“In My Father’s House are many dwelling places. If it were not so, I would have told you; for I go to prepare a place for you.” – John 14:2-6 His extravagant love poured out on all of us. It fairly drowns us with living water; quenching thirst, feeding hunger, dressing wounds, healing our blindness. …
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Eyes to Weep
Today has been an especially hard day. A difficult walk. Standing on a precipice. Holding a hand. Allowing my tears to fall. The tears have been closely guarded. I have walked the caregiver road and separated my heart from this painful process. I have wondered why my little Mama has been holding on so desperately …
Eyes To See
The enemy does his best to destroy the house. The body that houses the Spirit of God; the home that holds the family; the family that grows the inheritance. Every attempt is but a stab in the dark. The LIGHT floods in and reveals the futile tactics of a defeated enemy. Known weaknesses are revealed …
On The Verge
I feel like so many things are on the edge. We are on the verge of…something monumental. We are high above years of the unknown and the unexpected, looking down over a world of possibility! Opening up before us are choices and plans and decisions to be made. We are not alone in all of …
Hope
O Lord! The face of Your earth is so changing! Every minute, as the seasons roll, there are subtle turns of color and land. The trees so full of life one minute, stripped bare the next. Rolling storm with wind and torrents of water shred the branches and trunks of giant splendor. The creek, a …
This Time of Year
It’s December. I get busier in my head in December. I make more plans. I spend more money. I bake more. I visit more. I get overwhelmed more. I realize my need more. In December. The celebrations of a year, good or bad, are had. The celebrations of lives and of bounty are had. Reminiscence …
this winged journey
I write out of the day. the emotions, the thoughts, the convictions, the . moments, the mess, the glory. All of it comes to the surface and tumbles out in poetry and pain. The words rush forth and establish themselves in black and white. The passion and the raw truth is a bit much at …
Mud Pot
When I was a little girl…I LOVED, absolutely loved, playing in the mud. Much of my time was spent making pots and cakes and unusual little houses decorated with flowers and grasses. I am quite sure, like my granddaughter in the above photo, I was immersed in the material head to toe. My little treasures …
Another Layer Peeled
It has been awhile, my friends. I am so sorry to have kept you waiting. I have been away. I have been following the Potter’s leading, journeying far into the night, over mountain paths and desert sands. I have been looking up into the clouds and around corners, deep into the past. It has been …
In The Garden
Garden full of grass and weeds tempts me to plow it over or mow it down…but then, I would miss the hidden treasures; the tiny little basil plants growing under graying zinnias, the volunteer tomato plants, the wild flowers whose seeds I planted back in the spring…I thought they had been lost. These little gifts …