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my perennial bed I drag my green plastic chair across the lawn out to the garden. The orange bucket is upended and covered with an old towel–my ‘end table.’ I place my fresh cup of warm coffee on top and settle in with my camera over my shoulder. I am waiting for the hummingbird. I’ve…
Ten minutes before two in the afternoon, I’m sitting at my desk with a sigh of, “Ahhhhh…,” hands folded in prayer. I am in my happy place. My heart is full, my spirit content and the words of praise only God understands pour from my lips. It is so good to have this me-and-God…
I’m awake behind closed eyes noting the whooshing sounds of far away freeway noise (at 2 in the morning? seriously?) and a howling, train-whistly cry rises in the distance through my open night window. The coyotes are stirring, too. The Psalmist David writes of being awake through the watches of the night and I wonder…
I’ve not been very up close and personal with the family scrapbook-like sharing here in this space. But since Jennifer Finding Heaven Ferguson asked……well, here’s how I was refreshed last weekend. And praise Jesus it came just in the nick of time–it’s been a challenging summer. Forthwith The Collins Family Swimming and Burger King Adventure (with…
Isaiah 30:15-18 Amplified Bible 15 For thus said the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel: In returning [to Me] and resting [in Me] you shall be saved; in quietness and in [trusting] confidence shall be your strength. I’ve read those verses in more than one place this week. Quoted them, prayed them over people, shared…
Sometimes, finding growth in your life takes some digging. Or just looking closely. I’ve been feeling a little discontent in my spirit the last few months, lamenting that I just don’t ‘feel’ God like I used to. I’m a pretty emotional person and I tend to judge whether God is moving based on…
If I was inside not here–away– I’d miss the rickety sounding chip, chip, chip of the cautious squirrel feasting on my deck. I’d be still and safe and sure of my surroundings but could never feel this lacy, lingering, gentle breeze lilting along the leaves of the trees. My eyes would rest on the all…
Garden going in day May 2013 I feel bad about my cucumbers. Truly. They are my favorites–lemon cukes–so called because of their shape (round) their color(yellow) and their size (small). This year I have planted them three times. THREE. First time was a seedling–I know, cheating–but it was necessary jumpstart in my book. It was…
My husband and I recently spent some time away for our anniversary and I discovered that in confined quarters–our all in one room on the island–it’s hard to find personal space. My husband’s solution? To not having to listen to me all the time? Turn off his hearing aids. Smile. It made me think about…
The chickadees are arguing using their mad voices to fight over the millet and sunflowers– Here’s a sweet ‘chirp’, there’s an insistent, “cuh, cuh, cuh” and another voice–“chick-a-dee, dee, dee.” It’s a Bird Boardroom Brawl, voices of different timbres and tempo arguing about what’s on the menu. They sound as if they’re starving, staking out…