Ever-Spring

I spent an hour snipping flower stems, hundreds of green stalks, some thick but tender and others thin and dense as sticks.  I pulled out each bundle, released the most delicate from webbed coverings, and the room filled with a heavy floral scent. As I sat amid the profusion of hues, deep fuchsia, rich purple,Continue reading “Ever-Spring”

Beautiful Ache

The Tension that exists  when you have no child  of your own, but you  have wonderful children in your life; it is my thorn  in the flesh, to have the love  and relationship as an aunt,  friend, teacher, but those titles,  while blessed and meaningful,  cannot replace the one name  I will never hear whispered Continue reading “Beautiful Ache”

Fragrance

“But thank God! He has made us His captives and continues to lead us along in Christ’s triumphal procession. Now He uses us to spread the knowledge of Christ everywhere, like a sweet perfume. Our lives are a Christ-like fragrance rising up to God.” —2 Corinthians 2:14-15a, NLT Be still and know, like roses hold,Continue reading “Fragrance”

My Away

I couldn’t capture it before my commute,  as the morning’s minutes ticked me to late;  I wanted to bundle up the leftovers from a few years ago, some squandered or unwanted from another day, but time  cannot be kept like a savings account.   It swept me past noon, and as so many  days before,Continue reading “My Away”

Detached

“Flowers are the music of the ground.  From earth’s lips spoken without sound.” — Edwin Curran I snipped green stems in angled lines, renewing the vein, a cut required for water, a temporary reprieve before the completion of certain decay. I photographed these charming blooms, profuse with color and releasing the heady aroma of florals,Continue reading “Detached”

Sabbatical

Devote yourself to tending  mercy, harvest a vibrant  garden of growth; exile yourself on occasion to explore new ways  of kindness, giving out  without expectation of return; practice forgiveness with gentleness, thankful for the remission your own  soul received; and blossom into the perpetual worship  of surrendered living, loved by the King of kings. —C.L.Continue reading “Sabbatical”

Grappling Hours

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” — Psalm 147:3, NKJV In the predawn hours  when only the first birds have begun to test their voices  before the arrival of a full choir, I sit and ruminate life. In this dark hour You meet me  with comfort only love can give,  and IContinue reading “Grappling Hours”