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Pears thunk and plop on barren, yellow grass alone, uncarried. The tree bore fruit but there is no one to eat thereof. (is it still a tree?) Upraised branches, so much verdant waterspray towards the sky, still and soft against the blue– but no one to see. (is it still a tree?) Oaken limbs, worn…
People often say about God– as if to disprove His existence– “How can you belive in Someone you can’t see? You can’t prove He exists.” I beg to differ. I recently wrote about my birthday trip to Southern California here and shared some Very Spiritual Lessons learned. Now, inspired by my friend Nancy Franson (who’s birthday…
“Get into the habit of dealing with God about everything. Unless in the first waking moment of the day you learn to fling the door wide back and let God in, you will work on a wrong level all day; but swing the door wide open and pray to your Father in secret, and every…
Do you ever feel stingy? I do. Well, I did. Well, I actually noticed that I was feeling that way and thought it out loud. I thought about it as I clomp, clomp, clomped across the newly-sprinklered grass in my rubber boots out to my garden the other morning. I was inwardly exclaiming, amazed at…
The Scent of Water** and the ticking of clocks is keeping me awake. the fragrance drawing me to the well of the Word, the Giver offering refreshment for my soul. The time keepers clicking through the dark marking the minutes– telling me twice, “take of each one” “make of each one” the most that you…
I was so looking forward to 5 days with my sisters and close friends for my birthday, celebrating my big 6-0 in an extraordinary way. I reserved a place at the beach in Southern California, my birthplace. My head was filled with imagining the familiar sights and sounds, the walks on the beach, the fun ahead. I had…
Rain has not fallen on these parched hills for months– bowl-shaped reservoirs speak of want and emptiness, shrunken camellias stunted in place mark the space formerly known as a garden. The hillsides are brown, a paper bag folded flat. Trees hold leaves, but distressed they are– hanging on, sending roots deep seeking moisture to live….
I’m in my son’s backyard with 3 of the Littles….2 ½, 4 ½ and 6. We are trying to beat the heat—-in a wading pool the size of well, you know, a wading pool. Twelve inches of water have been splashed down to eight, there is bubble wand residue floating in and among the grassy…
photo by my friend Leah Richardson– Creative Overflow Chick at the Computer So I’m hopping in my car for the trip over to my brother’s house to water the plants and feed the cats (more on that another day) and I’m oh-so-bummed. I hate it that I’m so bummed. But I am. There is a line…
He is the Joy-bringer, filler-upper, healer, rescuer God. From Sunday morning…. You Bring Hope to the Hopeless Hillsong United Oh You bring hope to the hopeless And light to those in the darkness And death to life Now I’m alive Oh You give peace to the restless And joy to homes that are broken I…