It’s Not Dead

That tree is dead. It should be taken out. Cut down. Destroyed.  It mars the landscape. Is an unsightly distraction from the beauty that surrounds it. Then— a whisper rises in my spirit. “Oh, but you’re wrong. Its towering, leafless branches offer a resting...

Let It Be Said

Today is a gift. Its possibilities limitless. What stories will these pages tell? Where will these feet go? Let it be said that I depended on God’s boundless grace and not my finite wisdom, that I saw God’s desire for me and welcomed it, that I moved forward even when...

Unfolding Grace

This butterfly which showed signs of being torn and battered by life paused briefly to remind me … It’s still flying! Perhaps, like me, you sometimes need to be reminded that though we’re surrounded and battered by troubles, and we’re not much to look at,...

Coming Home

Whenever I see pigeons, I think of my dad. He loved to raise the racing variety. There were times when he would put several in a cage, drive a long way off and release them. Over the next day or so, he’d spend time sitting on the well house watching the sky for their...
We’ve Come a Long Way, Baby!

We’ve Come a Long Way, Baby!

My Swinger Years I’m a third-generation artist, and for an artist a camera is an indispensable tool. I purchased my first camera in high school―a Polaroid Swinger manufactured in the late ‘60s. It sold for $19.95. The Swinger developed black and white photos on the...

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