Make Your Way to Moving Waters

Dawn wakes me with a gentle nudge. Calling, beckoning, leaning in close, of promises yet to come. It invites like a patient courter. Draws, like a love-sick warrior. I answer the call and rise to my feet. Legs trembling. Eyes piercing through the morning light by choice, not by fight. His mercies, I’m told are new […]

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When the Train is Long Gone

4:30 a.m. our large, black Newfie attacks the front door with a deep, demanding “woof”. I stumble down the stairs, stagger my way to the door handle, and slowly pull, as the light of my eyes meet morning, barely opening to the night. I follow him in the dark. Beccause strength is always worth following. Bravery, […]

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The Promise of a New Day

A soft breeze dances through my open window. The sky, light ember, with the promise of a new day. Here, I wrap this quiet around me, the same quiet I used to run from, was once so afraid of. I tuck myself into its safety, serenity, brilliant promise that even in the quiet empty….He is here. […]

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I Don’t Want to Miss Him

Silence blankets the earth as the rising sun peeks over the horizon. Crisp air already smells like the sounds of summer. Feathered friends announce the morning light, as my heart wakes to the fullness of His peace running over my sleepy eyes. I used to chase the noise, live in the city with siren’s bellowing; music, […]

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What If We Could Really See?

Tiny hands stop in the sunlight, bend towards beauty, and snap purple clover from the over-grown pasture. They see no urgency of purpose, no hate on social media, no worry from the world imploding, hindering their beauty hunt. And I have said it before, “What if we all were hunters of beauty?” Seeking the good in […]

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While We’re All Sitting Here Waiting….

Night sky streaked with soft pinks and powder blues, whisping with stretched-out clouds, lacing the beautiful evening in a way that says, “I am here”. Baby bunnies fill my morning lawn. A chipmunk leaps to the one bird feeder I placed in our weeping tree. He flies from the branches, dances along the edges, then spins […]

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