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The light is too bright, hollering, “pay attention!” as it shouts from the sky across the clouds. The evening kidsounds beckon and burst across the air saying, “come out and play”, and night birds dining on dusky bug meals chatter in their bickering, “feed me! feed me!” Quiet is hard to find on these long-lighted…
Three more days of school. It is nonstop season–parties, graduations, showers, weddings. Noisy celebration time and a ‘come out and play’ summer ahead. Fireworks and family on the horizon. Mini trips to the beach, anniversaries and relatives visiting. The words all say ‘busy’ to me and I’m wondering how I’ll ever find time for the…
My brothers are strumming their guitars in my sister’s living room and I’m thinking of the miracle of it all, how our mother loved to sing and each of these men taught themselves to play beautiful music because of that gift and their love for words and song. The miracle is I’m here to witness…
We’ve returned from our warp speed visit to be with my family in Southern California for my nephew’s wedding. It was a magical, storybook event from start to finish. I could share 161 pictures with you, but perhaps that would mess up my bandwidth or something. Smile. Here are two photos–one of the wedding party–lovely…
Today I travel to Southern California for the wedding of the decade. Well, for my family, it’s the wedding of the decade. I am the oldest of 5 children and the last time my brothers and sisters and I were together with our spouses was 1999. My sister L’s only son is…
I sit outside on the deck in my spot where I hear better and I see an eagle in the distant sky (not these. smile.) He’s floating, soaring, up, up and up… He seldom flaps his wings, gently resting on invisible currents of air, shifting directions by a slight tilt…
SO grateful for His Word today. Amen. ~~~~~~~~~
Cedar River-Renton WA, outside my daughter’s first apartment I’ve been a little preoccupied (okay, a LOT preoccupied) with finding a new teaching position for next year. I’ve felt a stirring to do so, confident (mostly) it’s the right thing to do, but now I’m in the hard part–trusting God to help me. I’d much…
Redondo Beach, CA I was about 6 I went looking for a photo today, one that’s embedded in memory from happy times at the beach. When I found this essay I couldn’t help notice God’s continual message to me–He is always speaking, and the word I’ve been hearing him whisper these days is “Trust.” Six…
This post is fifth in a sporadic series on a book I’m reading that is changing my life: God in the Yard Spiritual Practice for the Rest of Us by L.L Barkat. This is not a book review, per se, but perhaps a book invitation… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I’ve ‘marked out a temple’ (L.L. said that’s one meaning of…