Thanksliving
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Feasting
Bread and fish made the shopping list– easily secured at the corner grocery store, exchanged for coins in my pocketbook. But what of the bread and fish the Saviour has~~ a small amount, yet multiplied miracles at his hand, sending the food away to the multitudes? No coins exchanged, no energy consumed in the getting,…
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Giving Thanks in All Things
“Believe He is faithful, not because you feel it, or see it, but because He says He is. Believe it, whether you feel it or not. Believe it, even when it seems to you that you are believing something that is absolutely untrue. Believe it actively. Believe it persistently. Cultivate a continuous habit of…
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It is well with my soul
Just that…..He’s digging deep. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Linking with Emily and the redeemed ones at Imperfect Prose Thursday photo by the author–windmill, Jones Estate, Orange CA
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With Apologies to Laura Numeroff**
If you give a writer a journal She’ll probably say “thank you” (exclamation point) And wonder where the nearest pen or pencil is. If she finds said pen, she’ll take to writing A es a pee. Once she starts writing there’s no telling When she’ll stop—why THINGS COULD HAPPEN. People would be…
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Hunting for Red in October, Second Edition
There is no more beautiful place to live this time of year (IMHO) than the Pacific Northwest. Last year I posted ‘hunting for red….’ Again, I’d like to share some of the beautiful Fall colors my Father has painted for us…….. Maple tree next door blueberry bush–end of season Cotoneaster berries a stand of maples…
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Props
The brace is there right next to my bed, the last thing I take off at night and the first thing I put on in the morning. It bothers me that I need it. I don’t like being reminded of my weakness. I slip my left thumb into the hard plastic support. With the extra…
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"What the Quake Experts Now Know about the Coming Cataclysm"
Ah, there’s the rub, eh? The hubris of the know-it-all mind that deludes itself into thinking “if one knows, why one can manage” and if we were all experts life as we know it wouldn’t quite creep up on us with such malicious surprise. Raindrops are nicely contained in a new copper rain gutter but…
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Feet of Faith
photo by Leah M. Johnson My daughter and I are at Seattle Center on the bright kind of fall day that makes colors pop, where the air feels soft and people are quiet as the rustling leaves. After a walk around the fountain, through the garden past the Chihuly glass and along the Pavilion, we’re…
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Sabbath on the Page #3
These entries are a sporadic series of posts in response to a remarkable book that I read and journaled through in 2013–“God in the Yard” by LL Barkat. It is about slowing and seeing and Sabbath. You can order it here. ~~~~~~~~~~~ I am getting better at listening to that still, small Sunday voice that…
