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Seeing Him in Everything

Seeing Him in Everything

I am struggling with too many thoughts as I see him standing in the distance with a watering hose connected to a flower sprinkler head, encouraging beauty with misty veils of spray. T and I are nearing the end of our walk on an unexpectedly hot Saturday, the second...
In Case There is Any Question

In Case There is Any Question

You are the trillium catching me by surprise in the woods You are the milky white of the stars spilling across the sky You are the flash of red in a forest of umbers and olives You are the flames of glory in the setting sun You are more than I ever hoped for and far...
My Shenandoah Treasures

My Shenandoah Treasures

Seeing T scratch the old horse’s ears and then lay its head on his shoulder. watching a tiny yellow finch on the weathered farm fence one morning and seeing a bluebird the next. My son noticed the color inside the afternoon shadow. Some say bluebirds are a sign of joy...
Truly and Deeply and Madly

Truly and Deeply and Madly

As the story goes, up until 23-and-a-half years ago, I had been looking for love in all the wrong places. Then one snowy winter night in the Midwest, I came to an impasse. Standing on a street corner beneath the glow of a streetlamp, stood a tall man in a black coat....
just being

just being

busy carpenter bees buzzing crashing against farmhouse windows as i sit looking out to the shenandoah mountains far off in the distance horses stand still, statuesque one tail sweeps, a single hoof lifts, tilting into an elegant stance, the dancer’s b+ position,...
Self-made or…? Surrendered

Self-made or…? Surrendered

Would I dare speak of being a Christ follower without holding my own “self” accountable to the Calvary part of God’s Love Story? I rarely hear the word outside of Easter. Calvary. It wasn’t even in my Webster’s Universal College...
More Than

More Than

Without Love, I am words faded, erased on a page, no more than the shavings left behind, without Hope. Yet this contradiction exists—- In lowy state, we find our Bliss. In poverty, I lay Me down And there find Calvary’s Love—- But what do I really know of this? O, to...
Setting Things Right

Setting Things Right

To set about setting things right, we need to know what is wrong. Right? But right according to whom? My right way may not be your right way. So how far will that get us in setting things right except in possibly setting ourselves up for making things wrong? And how...
Dusty Feet in the Sea

Dusty Feet in the Sea

From pulpit to pew the words land wrong, wrestling with each other. I ask, “What will I lose if I lose myself to You? What will I leave behind?” It’s too much to consider so I remain as I am. Or is it that I have returned To find You waiting in my dust and have...
Hard Headed?

Hard Headed?

Healing sensation in back of head, swelling down. Waiting at doctor’s office. Nurse Aretha poking her head in to let me know the doctor is finishing his rounds. Reading Streams in the Desert–during trials, sing as a bird in a cage, more loudly, not less....

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