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“Get into the habit of dealing with God about everything. Unless in the first waking moment of the day you learn to fling the door wide back and let God in, you will work on a wrong level all day; but swing the door wide open and pray to your Father…
Do you ever feel stingy? I do. Well, I did. Well, I actually noticed that I was feeling that way and thought it out loud. I thought about it as I clomp, clomp, clomped across the newly-sprinklered grass in my rubber boots out to my garden the other morning. I was inwardly exclaiming, amazed at…
The Scent of Water** and the ticking of clocksis keeping me awake. the fragrance drawingme to the well of theWord,the Giveroffering refreshmentfor my soul. The time keepers clickingthrough the dark marking the minutes–telling me twice,“take of each one”“make of each one”the most that you can. Drink deep while thewater is here. **Job 14:7-9, 13 &…
I was so looking forward to 5 days with my sisters and close friends for my birthday, celebrating my big 6-0 in an extraordinary way. I reserved a place at the beach in Southern California, my birthplace. My head was filled with imagining the familiar sights and sounds, the walks on the beach, the fun ahead. I had…
Rain has not fallen on these parched hills for months– bowl-shaped reservoirs speak of want and emptiness, shrunken camellias stunted in place mark the space formerly known as a garden. The hillsides are brown, a paper bag folded flat. Trees hold leaves, but distressed they are– hanging on, sending roots deep seeking moisture to live….
I’m in my son’s backyard with 3 of the Littles….2 ½, 4 ½ and 6. We are trying to beat the heat—-in a wading pool the size of well, you know, a wading pool. Twelve inches of water have been splashed down to eight, there is bubble wand residue floating in and among the grassy…
This is just to say we could not eat the plums–they were so manypyramided together in plastic,hailing from casa de Costcowhere everything is sold in bulk. We could not eat the plums.unripe as they were–purple/black skinsyielding to (very) firm yellow (oh! not sweet)flesh. We enlisted children,yea grandchildren–the 5 of them, andtheir parentsbut the pyramid remained…
There was no faithline, no family promises passed on through prayer. Only a bloodline from Creation’s start, scarlet thread bound and wound together, a cord the color of life, made by a Weaver who dyed it red with blood. Woven with the loom of love, a lifeline coming my way~ a cord in the window~…
Texas Sky April 2011 Thunderclouds are roiling on the horizon, stacking up East-wise, threatening to move in– move in and dump. But they’re whiter than white can be and only so much vapor. I imagine their rumbling high over distant mountains, molecules leaving mess and mayhem, headed this way. But there’s no running for cover….
photo by my friend Leah Richardson– Creative Overflow Chick at the Computer So I’m hopping in my car for the trip over to my brother’s house to water the plants and feed the cats (more on that another day) and I’m oh-so-bummed. I hate it that I’m so bummed. But I am. There is a line…