I’m hanging over the edge of the Frio River in Texas this weekend. I scheduled this post before I left, but it didn’t “take.” My apologies. Sending love and praying you have a most beautiful, grace-soaked weekend. Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild […]
Yellow Leaves
Nothing left but yellow leaves they fall in earnest now like tears and tumble in the wind. Stripped limps stretch and reach through gray to touch the sun and wait. Hearts ache and break for moments lost to hardened hearts and tears they hide behind the laughter and leak through crinkled corners in the night. […]
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 […]
Golden Confetti Rain
The diamond-studded grass crunches under my feet this morning. A few cotton wisps feather across the cerulean sky. And I am standing in golden confetti rain. The trees are letting go. I struggle for words to describe what I see and hear. Riffle. Ruffle. Whoosh. Pitter. Patter. Plop. Plop. Tumble. Twirl. Float. Flop. It strikes […]
Sensing God
I see God in golden spotlight of morning stage with pink and lavender curtains billowed. I hear God in feathered symphony and leafy whispers of Spirit breath within my ear. I smell God in golden crisp of autumn wrapped with subtle scent of smoke and damp. I feel God in warmth of sunshine on my […]
Stripped
Stripped in season to lay a golden path that leads me home. Strip down, start running–and never quit! Hebrews 12:1c (Message)
Contemplating in the Yard
Looking is the beginning of seeing. ~Sister Corita Kent (from God in the Yard) I don’t know if L.L. took a camera to the yard. So far I don’t see that she said I couldn’t. I often take a tray to sit on wet grass or table. It holds my camera, binoculars, small Bible, God […]
Harvest
Anticipation hangs in the morning air. Hey, do you fellas hear something? Yeah, I hear it! Run for your lives! The harvest has begun. Chopping, shredding, stripping, flinging. Leaving only stubble. And spewing forth the gold. Now he who supplies seed to the sower and bread for food will also supply and increase your store […]
Waiting in the Yard
In the end, this is the most hopeful thing any of us can say about spiritual transformation: I cannot transform myself, or anyone else for that matter. What I can do is create the conditions in which spiritual transformation can take place . . . ~Ruth Haley Barton (via God in the Yard, chapter 2, […]
Unwrapping September Weeds
What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson Gathering with others at Chatting at the Sky to unwrap and celebrate the small things, gifts that wait to be discovered.
