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 …
Category Archives: Beginnings
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 …
Longing
Little girl plastered to a window in the midst of an afternoon downpour, heartsick at wings clipped, dying to go outside, not allowed, hopes dim, singing, “rain, rain, go away. come again another day…”. She’s me. I was barely three or four, but loved the outside more than the in. I’m certain there were some …
Hidden
Walking in our neighbor’s house through an unlocked back door to help myself to the dolls of my older friend who was away at school…my stomach churned with this forbidden act…yet I continued until I was safely in the side yard of this neighbor’s home, playing happily with stolen dolls. It felt like only minutes …
Fatherless?
“Do not move the ancient boundary or go into the fields of the fatherless, for their Redeemer is strong. He will plead their case against you.” -Proverbs 23:10,11 The princess had the world by the tail. She was full of life and plans; lots of plans. She was pursuing the course set before her with …
creativity
When I was little…I loved to create things. I loved to sing out loud at the top of my lungs. I painted pictures with abandon. I made up stories; yarns a mile long. I made mud pies with fancy flower toppings. I dreamed and imagined and got lost in the creative. I played house; made …
Proverbs Seven
“…dressed as a harlot and cunning of heart…boisterous, rebellious, her feet do not remain at home…she seizes, she kisses…’I have come out to meet YOU’ she says, ‘ to seek your presence earnestly…”-proverbs 7:10-11,15 this is my familiar friend. her name is worry. her name is fear…her name is control…her name is my weakness…she comes …
Burdening
Sleep thick over my eyes. Feeling immovable. Curl up, stay still, never get up again. Heaviness upon me. Heavy heart within. I am rarely in this place. I wake with plans every day. My mind is rolling before my feet touch the floor. I must force myself to sit still with tea and bible in …
Pilgrimage
My first grandchild, Lucy Elizabeth, was born in 2006. The unbelievable joy! The indescribable pride! The absolute delight and thrill that this birth brought to me was more than words can cover. This child was more beautiful than any I had seen before and her presence was embedded in my heart. What is it about …