I'm moving! Although some things don't turn out as expected, my plan for a website can now be detected. Thanks to the pros at Norman Design, Jeff Zmania and Lisa Wenzler, who were all so kind. I'm still settling in and moving my things but now both blogs and my book will all live like [...]
I live by one of the Great Lakes. This means I am drawn to the Lighthouse and stand beside God's glory in the morning. So often it's like a picture of His love pouring down, or His grace or both. It's a beautiful way to start the day. Though I don't see it with my [...]
Breathe in, drink your fill of sweet air. Draw in color like shades of beautiful character expressing God's own. What traits of His do you see reflected now in your own mind? Look, the blossoms bud once again, though once dead, now bloom, violets and glories of the morning. Trees mighty, their strength towering above [...]
I open the door for a morning walk for the last time in Tucson with confidence that you are about to head home too, but with a confluence of emotions. I sweep away the dead leaves and twigs from the orange tree that have fallen since I swept yesterday. I want the road ahead clear [...]
Little dove, my dearest one, you thought your life was almost done. But when you saw that you might sink, you fluffed your feathers and chirped, “Wait! Think! What about those things God has called my wings...?"
When the world's weight rests on top the weary wounded what have they to do? Climb higher on the wire up towards heaven's view. With words they weep for the afflicted, for they know affliction. And in their pain, songs of mercy sing. So you there; lost in the maze and craze, darkness above and [...]
I watched you for a moment to see if your eyes would open but you were resting. I didn’t want to disturb you. I walked around to the side of the bed to just look into your sweet face. Your arms and hands were so pale, but even after all that you had been through [...]
Sounds like you’re in Dallas. Are you coming or going? my husband texted. I had to smile at that. Coming, I wrote back. They're waiting for a place to park the plane. I snapped a photo from the window to send to him. Hurry! Hurry? I glanced at my phone. I thought I had an [...]
What of this travel up rocky terrain, storms pushing against us? Pilot dips the nose of plane, so tuck your chin against the winds and like a bird rise to unexpected heights of Beauty Photo credit: Roya Ann Miller
Old white van parked on the roadside, mud speckled in snow. Marble streaks and tire tracks from window frame could be a photograph. Consider miles traveled through rain and ice, her engine puttering sparks of life as shiny sedans and semi road hogs blast their horns. Though scraped and scuffed she rebounds back. Here she [...]
Not According to Plan 