When pressing upon me, the world appears, to express from my lungs a song May divine word spring forth in melody rising far above the fall
Photography
Running Clothes
Bring me to the place where nothing else matters Where all I need is you Where nothing else satisfies Make me hungry I take my fill and want for more I cannot exhaust the spring from which the water flows I run toward the source of my comfort I escape the need for comfort knowing … Continue reading Running Clothes
Listen
The same phrase keeps resonating in my head this week, "Have you finished doing the last thing God asked you to do?" I'm thinking the answer is probably "no" but I can't remember the last thing he asked me to do, which makes me realize I'm not listening as well as I think I am, … Continue reading Listen
Peace
I've been looking for you all week. My souls been craving that moment of still when all is right and the soul is breathing as it listens to creation singing softly songs of praise. Today, I found you in the rhythm of the waves.
The View from Above
What's the view like from up there? I often marvel at the way you can love us with such depth despite the messes we've made. The problem of pain exists only because we seek to blame you for the bad without crediting you for the good. You see us reeling from the consequences of sin. … Continue reading The View from Above
My Own Private Jungle
It's been a whirlwind of a week. School's back in session. The big kids started last Monday while the littlest guy comes to work everyday with me. I've been back at work for several weeks now since having the baby. Honestly, I didn't really take a maternity leave at all. I stayed away from the … Continue reading My Own Private Jungle
On Days When I Have No Words
Into the woods Walk on... This way... Growth Your turn Give me love
Fortress
II Samuel 22:2 "“The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer" There are days when my strength deceives me I can manufacture the ability to stand my ground I can rely on myself or those around me wrapped in skin I grow tired There are days the wind blows hard I fight against it I … Continue reading Fortress
Flyboy
Flyboy finds a shell and sends it soaring helpless into the surf. He knows he can cause it to skip and skim instead of sink. When it disappears deep, he finds another and begins again, each time adjusting his angle, the spin of his wrist, the speed and thrust. Finally, he looks up to Dad for … Continue reading Flyboy
An Angel in Sock Monkey Slippers
She's an angel in sock monkey slippers. Her smile amazes me. She sees the world in color without fear of what others may see. She's come along way since her little blond curls and her belief that apples made her superman. She's stronger than most and wiser than her peers. She's brilliant and discerning. She's … Continue reading An Angel in Sock Monkey Slippers
