(The Gateway Arch, St. Louis, MO) I am the gate; whoever enters through me will be saved. They will come in and go out, and find pasture. ~John 10:9 (NIV)
Poetry as Rust
There is change in the breaking when flakes of feeling surface, exposed, blister and bleed on paper, transformed into a poetic patina of words stripped from the heart. Responding to the challenge Photography and Poetry as Rust through The High Calling and T.S. Poetry Press. If you have time, check out my “rusty” photo set on Flickr.
Fluff and Penny Rolls (Repost)
I’m rushing around trying to get ready to leave Wednesday for the ACFW Conference. So today I offer up a repost. Forgive me? My checking account does not look good right now. We’ve had some large extra expenses this month, and I have not prepared well. I fear an overdraft. I’m glad I […]
Sunday Seasoned Sayings: Stand Still and See
(Sanderling standing still at the edge of Lake Superior) Now then, stand still and see this great thing the Lord is about to do before your eyes! ~1 Samuel 12:16 (NIV)
Saturday Snaps: The Praying Mantis
Glimpse the grin, green metal mug at masks the pseudo-saintly bug . . . And faintly whisper, Lord deliver us. From The Praying Mantis by Ogden Nash with photos by The Droid Lifting a prayer for you today, So this is my prayer: that your love will flourish and that you will not only love […]
Centered on Joy
Sara is going home soon and continues to spill joy as she makes her final journey. “This week,” writes Lisa Jo, “is for Sara – taking the prompt from her life’s commitment – to choose joy, no matter the circumstances.” So the prompt is JOY. No editing, over thinking, or backtracking. GO! My feet ache with […]
When a Plan Comes Together
Yesterday’s gray skies give way to a sea of fluffy cotton balls. Soybeans toss and churn. Cattails surrounding “Lake Abby” sway in the breeze. Hummingbirds continue to feed and fight outside the window, and I watch tiny green feathers ruffle. A Monarch flutters high while red and yellow leaves fall low, and a chickadee digs for […]
Singing the Blues
Gather blue muted and bold. Drink deep. Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul? Why are you crying the blues? Fix my eyes on God— soon I’ll be praising again. He puts a smile on my face. He’s my God. ~Psalm 42:11 (Message) Joining in gathering blue.
Lay Me Down on a Bed of Books
I wake wrapped in zebra sheets. (Maybe that accounts for my battling-the-tiger dreams of the other night.) Light streams through the basement window, and I turn, and full moon hovers bright. I’ve tossed all night, brain churning with medical and financial waves. I reach out and pat them, chenille scattered–Patsy Clairmont and Blackwater Ben and […]
In This Good Day
She says she doesn’t want visitors. We tell them this. But they say they’ll drive the three hours anyway, her best friend and family. They haven’t seen each other for years, although they talk on the phone every week. When I arrive in the morning, she’s already back in bed after breakfast and a shower. […]
