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What matters is not your outer appearance— ~1 Peter 1:3-4 (Message)
Joining Kelly and Claire and Sarah as they photographically respond
I don’t remember now when I first started to pay attention. When I first picked up the baby camera and started to see through a new lens. Took those first steps. When I started to look for details or to see in a new light. My husband, ever patient, waits as I trail behind on a trail, zooming . . . → Read More: The Gift of Paying Attention “Stop! Back up!” The car skidded to a stop in the dirt. Dennis backed up, and I jumped out, camera in hand. He patiently (I think) followed me down the long drive, stopped and waited while I tiptoed through mud and scrambled over briars seeking beauty in the broken and the barren and the brown.
. . . → Read More: Saturday’s Health Snippet: One Simple Way to De-Frazzle
I see them looking down from their perches. They’re talking to each other. “There are rumors of black oil, but those cylinders are running on empty.” I scoop seed from the bin and replenish the feeders.
I’m distracted by a flicker on a nearby branch, so I hurry inside and come back with . . . → Read More: Chasing Flickers
With the arrival of Jesus, the Messiah, that fateful dilemma is resolved. The glider recognizes me this morning. I’ve spent a lot of time in it over these last weeks. I pull it out to the middle of the room so I can see out over the bay. I pick up this book and page through it, pause to savor words. And my . . . → Read More: Learning Christ On your feet now—applaud God! Bring a gift of laughter, sing yourselves into his presence. ~Psalm 100:1 (Message)
Linking up with sweet Kelly. Follow the button for some . . . → Read More: Saturday Snaps: Cottage Window Views
We’ve gone to the family room to Skype them in, the friends from the Netherlands. This technology, it’s new to my dad. My sister tries to describe the room we’re in. The sofa, she says, pulls out into a double bed. And the chairs recline. I’m surprised. They recline? Did they tell us that? They have no . . . → Read More: Puzzling the Pieces and Feeling Like Home
I hover over her squint at tilted back and crooked neck. Are you comfortable? She looks up at me. Are you? No. I tug and pull and fluff. How is that– are you comfortable now? She looks up at me. Are you? . . . → Read More: Photoplay From My Back: Comfortable |
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