Tag: earth

No You Can’t

Learning these days that all the “I can’ts” I’ve often sighed or screamed out are holy ground. The place where God reminds me, again, that I cannot but He can – and, in His time, He will. We’ve grown up in a world of… Continue Reading “No You Can’t”

Revolution

Today I am watching an everchanging landscape – mountains disappear and reappear as Smoky Mountain mist twirls up from the ground and descends from the clouds. It’s peaceful. A beautiful mystery of creation that at once enshrouds and then lays bare a beautiful landscape.… Continue Reading “Revolution”

Power

Taking a hard look at the world around us, we see that the lust right now is for power. Not that this is something new, it’s just that before it was a combination of lust for wealth, or fame, or addictions, etc. Those “in… Continue Reading “Power”

How Many Tears

Kitty got old; his heart gave out – at least the pumping of it. His heart for us was true to the end, purring and loving me like he had from the time we got him from the “homeless shelter”. The day was spent… Continue Reading “How Many Tears”

Don’t Be Afraid

It’s been a hard week – not for me – for the whole world. The plight of the people of Afghanistan is overwhelming and evil appears to be in charge. And, sadly, a country I love, America, has blood on it’s hands for the… Continue Reading “Don’t Be Afraid”

Selfie

You know, selfie wasn’t even a word ten or so years ago. I look back pre-cell phone era and compare post-cell phone era and think: wow, self has become even more prominent, we can capture ourselves and share ourselves in an instant. Sad. Nothing… Continue Reading “Selfie”

Come hungry

It’s fun to be invited over for a meal, come as you are, don’t bring a thing. A text that day says: come hungry! So we bring empty tummies anticipating not only good food, but good company and laughs. I’ve noticed that Jesus is… Continue Reading “Come hungry”

Open Hands

My hands are starting to reveal my age. I can still picture my mother’s hands and I adore my daughter’s hands, beautiful. Their hands and mine have changed countless diapers, cooked countless meals, and wiped up countless spills. They are hands that have cuddled… Continue Reading “Open Hands”

Alive

It is curious that we have managed to confuse what is and isn’t life. Whether something is alive or just a bunch of cells. Seems like many have more regard for a single celled amoeba than they do for a miraculously growing baby. These… Continue Reading “Alive”

Silence…

My husband complains he hears traffic at night even though the highway is a mile or so away. I don’t hear anything at night unless he snores. Our world is noisy. Even in the quietest night, the buzz from electrical appliances and hums from… Continue Reading “Silence…”

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