not mine; from the Seattle P-I….Golden Gardens Yeah, I said that. I found this out in a most humbling way. The other night my husband and I were finally catching up with the conclusion of The Bible TV series–the Easter episode–Jesus’ trial, crucifixion and resurrection. I was exclaiming throughout the program at the atrociousness of…

“David began his arithmetic, in the 14th verse (of Psalm 71) with addition: “I will yet praise Thee more and more”; but he is fairly beaten in this first rule of sacred mathematics. His calculation fails him;  the mere enumeration of the Lord’s mercies overwhelms his mind; he owns his inadequacy. Reckon either by time,…

      W   CROSS   R   D   S   Lamb. Perfect. Hung. Alone. Naked. For me. Abandoned. Blamed. Spit on. Mocked. Forsaken. For me. Loving. Spotless. Alone. For love. Blood poured out. For me. Broken. Crying. Praying. Dying. A garden beginning, A garden His ending. On a hill he hung for…

I’ve been thinking about bridges a lot lately how they’re built how they’re sustained what they connect what they cross what they cover and I am sure of only this: building the bridge that connects a friendship must be built one strong, sure bolt at a time…….. Romans 12 “14 Bless those who persecute you, bless…

redtwig dogwood, my yard, renton wa outside in this open sky  gratitude falls  and I hear: more bird sounds, echoing/answering amidst the branches, waking up to more light. windchimes slight in the breeze, their delicate sound a witness to the wind.   I see: a dull palette of  varying grays- the distant view  so very much…

Mt. Rainier, WA state, Paradise side I blame her for this. I blame her for these can’t-miss tears.  These every-time-I-read-her-posts tears, that dry on my skin and keep me choked up, that blow my world apart and make me want to say, ‘This does not fit.’ This. This world, with its horrors right where I live and merciless children killing their grandparents in my own…