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 [...]
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...?"
Eyes clear, ears soothed. No stone impedes your progress. The thin veil discloses gray forms, edges and outline, yet above and beyond—energy: ever-active, inventive, protective—in and around, it comes. New Life. The yearning for oneness connects and, contented, you slowly hear, begin to see in the forms, edges and outline that which you once overlooked. As [...]
The tree limbs and branches sprawl and spread across the floating balloon of a sun. Light pushes through, taking center stage with brilliance. Place your candle on the table. Reveal its flickering flame. Even the wick's embers, smoldering, glow. Its beauty, but a breath, like a life, may help light the way for another. In [...]
Sustaining can sometimes mean surviving and surviving can sometimes be a battle--organizationally and personally. When I've been faced with limitations, my own or otherwise, I've said, You are my Refuge. Sustain me according to Your Purpose. Do not let my hopes be dashed. I have done my best to do what is right and good. [...]
The wind is coming from the north. I notice it first because the tall grass is bending to the south and then I am aware of its caress against my skin. The sun's heat presses down and enters. You always wait for an invitation. The grass stills. The bee flies away. You wait. To enter. [...]
Wildflowers scattered the banks on both sides of us as we drove down the familiar road to the cabin. With his head out the window, he could taste the air's sweetness, and panted and breathed in great gulps of it. I watched him in the mirror as his dark eyes blinked against the wind. "Look [...]
Thirsty shores quenched by laughing, lapping waves. Sky wrinkled from a long night's work. Clouds, like cloaks, reveal pockets full of mystery. Against the somber waters, wings of hope appear and my eyes can see that nature, my close companion, understands the heart.