One Word Less For Lent 2015 – 36


  Creation’s writing love notes, inking jeweled lines on blue parchment and punctuating with a kiss of red. Snow dust spills in sunlight like makeup glitter, and life’s being conceived under a white sheet… hope of spring.     Word count: 36 All the One Word Less for Lent 2015 posts are bundled here   In the stillness, […]

Making Manifest: Your Days Are Waiting


Your days are waiting to be left behind. So now, before sleep or waking make you forget, etch in yourself this moon, this leaf, this star. ~ from “Your Days Are Waiting” by Dave Harrity     Tomorrow is the day. The day we begin our 28-day devotional journey through Making Manifest: On Faith, Creativity, […]

40 Words of Lent 2014: Day 35

one thing grosbeak

The “one thing” each of us finds hardest to give up may be the single most significant sign to lead us to an entry door to our communion with God, if we could only recognize the importance of that choice. ~ Luci Shaw in Water my Soul: Cultivating the Interior Life Word Count: 40 Today’s […]

40 Words of Lent 2014: Day 17


  Yesterday I passed a saucy tree dressing up for primavera, a red breast tucked within its arms, a woodchuck hidden in its skirt. I teased tangled hair of dog and savored a chocolate-dipped cone, a first-day gift from Dairy Queen. Word Count: 40  Today’s Reading: John 6-9 In the stillness, Sandy

40 Words of Lent: Day 15

A lilac bud!

  Winter’s worn out, and it’s melting into dirty banks and muddy waves, leaving browned tree skirts and revealing what’s been broken. Our world is puddled from the weight of it. I’ve learned: When life gets messy, spring’s on its way. Word Count: 40     Today’s Reading: Luke 20-24 In the stillness, Sandy Linking […]

a lake and an artist date

Lake Abby1

I slow down as I turn the corner and scan Lake Abby. Something dark floats at the far end. Not a goose. Maybe a mallard. But I can’t be sure. It looks black. I smash forefoot to floor, fly down asphalt, jerk wheel to left, spin gravel in drive, and ram gear into park. When […]

the finger of God


I see God’s creative finger in all seasons. But never more, I think, than in the spring when life unfurls. These are the days when all that glitters is green. Yet life is sometimes blood-tinged like the color of death in this new leaf. That also carries the color of hope. Because life is in […]

scripture sunday: bloom


   Open up, heavens, and rain, Clouds, pour out buckets of goodness! Loosen up, earth, and bloom salvation; sprout right living. I, God, generate all this. ~Isaiah 45:8 (MSG) Still blooming Sandy Note: You know how I was posting verses from The Romans Project as I memorized them? You guessed it I’ve gotten behind.