Tag: beauty

What’s Left?

I love a celebration – but sometimes in the hurry and scurry meaning is lost. What remains (and was there before) is a whole lot better. Chocolate bunnies and plastic baskets are done. What’s left? The miracle and the sacrifice. I’m pondering these things…

Hope Grows…

Ever go to bed one night thinking: ‘I can do this’, and wake up the next morning doubting…everything? Those mornings when what you least expected was a melt down – but there you are right in the middle of it? And all I could…

Missing Part…

Several years ago I decided to go super natural in food and beauty products. But… I’m a bread lover – pretty much all the mass produced stuff is unhealthy – I had to find a way. I began with milling my own wheat. I…

The Fixer…

Can’t fix the things that seem most broken? Me either. We pray, try to forget or bury, do things, say things, buy things, and worry. And yet the very things we fret over are oh so useful in the hands of The Fixer. No…

Sweetest Embrace…

Nothing quiet like being held. Babies who are cuddled thrive – those fed and diapered but not held have been known to die.  Recently I witnessed a precious groom sweetly cradle his new bride’s face in his hand as he kissed her. Just look…

Lips to Give…

A friend said she makes her list then asks God what His agenda is – instead of bless her list, she asks what on this list is Your agenda, so it can be blessed. Mouth hanging open. Simple. (I think I’m slow.) Yes, of course, in our…

This is Tender…

Fragile – not a word I like to use – about me. After all I am a strong woman, right? Truth is: far more fragile than I want to admit, than my ‘pull up your bootstraps’ attitude can handle, but not more than my God…

Lead Rubies…

Rubies, a precious jewel, second only to diamonds in hardness and much rarer. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not an expensive jewelry fan – but when looking in jewelry store windows, I have always been drawn to these red beauties. And then I found out it…

Brushstrokes…

At dusk last night clouds were backlit by a soon setting sun. Pinks took over where white puffs had just been. Streaks of peach arched from west to east. A canvas stretched sky wide. Brushstrokes of the Master Artist. This morning a bluest blue canvas greeted…

Whispers Are Louder…

      When my daughter was little and had something really important to tell me she would climb up beside me, move my hair, and whisper her news. Whisper moments were precious and I listened carefully. I’ve noticed in a crowd it’s not the noisy conversations…

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