Thanksliving

The wind is washing waves over me, moving birds and branches with a jet engine pushhhhhhh…   tumbling, not sand,  but sky high sentinels shouting in whispers,  not of water but waves on sullen shores of sky far, far from the summer season a world of blue water away.

(And I don’t mean exercise. Well, maybe…) Each year that I’ve been keeping a journal and spending time with God I’ve heard him speak a theme into my life.  Last year that word/theme was ‘Dwell.’ All throughout my quiet time and my reading the word came up in some form or another–WAIT, REST, BE STILL,…

I grew up in Southern California, the land of orange orchards and strawberry fields.  I remember well the acres on the corner lot near our elementary school—the Aihara’s place—with row after row of strawberries. I remember two things about my elementary school friend Lynne Aihara—her remarkably beautiful handwriting and sifting rice. When I was invited…

The early morning light is unrolling across the sky. Birds make their announcements in the treetops and I stand on my deck, cup of coffee in hand to take it in. My Lover is here.  My Jesus, speaking to me through the birdsong and new sky day.  The night before was full of restless thoughts…