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Ah, there’s the rub, eh? The hubris of the know-it-all mind that deludes itself into thinking “if one knows, why one can manage” and if we were all experts life as we know it wouldn’t quite creep up on us with such malicious surprise. Raindrops are nicely contained in a new copper rain gutter but…
photo by Leah M. Johnson My daughter and I are at Seattle Center on the bright kind of fall day that makes colors pop, where the air feels soft and people are quiet as the rustling leaves. After a walk around the fountain, through the garden past the Chihuly glass and along the Pavilion, we’re…
These entries are a sporadic series of posts in response to a remarkable book that I read and journaled through in 2013–“God in the Yard” by LL Barkat. It is about slowing and seeing and Sabbath. You can order it here. ~~~~~~~~~~~ I am getting better at listening to that still, small Sunday voice that…
my perennial bed I drag my green plastic chair across the lawn out to the garden. The orange bucket is upended and covered with an old towel–my ‘end table.’ I place my fresh cup of warm coffee on top and settle in with my camera over my shoulder. I am waiting for the hummingbird. I’ve…
Ten minutes before two in the afternoon, I’m sitting at my desk with a sigh of, “Ahhhhh…,” hands folded in prayer. I am in my happy place. My heart is full, my spirit content and the words of praise only God understands pour from my lips. It is so good to have this me-and-God…
I’ve not been very up close and personal with the family scrapbook-like sharing here in this space. But since Jennifer Finding Heaven Ferguson asked……well, here’s how I was refreshed last weekend. And praise Jesus it came just in the nick of time–it’s been a challenging summer. Forthwith The Collins Family Swimming and Burger King Adventure (with…