Wonderful Works

They speak of the glorious splendor of your majesty— and I will meditate on your wonderful works. —Psalm 145:5 Inked lines & a swash of paint, and I am overwhelmed by a parcel of grace — the gift of creating stills me to praise the Maker of all good. —C.L. Fisher, August 2022 Unless otherwiseContinue reading “Wonderful Works”

Let All the Earth

Truth springs up from the earth, and righteousness smiles down from heaven. — Psalm 85:11, NLT Through leather my fingers grasp the soil, plow a tiny portion  of ground, the sun warms my back countering the sensation of cold dirt still waking from winter’s slow-released breath,  but the pear trees know, the white blooms announcedContinue reading “Let All the Earth”

Dappled Things

Bounty-laden branches in golden  apple orchards, brilliant fields  of flaming poppies, a meadow  dotted with bowing daffodils, pied patches of wild-sewn maize, the amber thatches of wheat that dance as the wind sweeps over a wide plain, these leaves laced in rings above my head — Glory be to God for dappled things. —C.L. Fisher,Continue reading “Dappled Things”

Each Day

…that I might sing praises to you and not be silent. —Psalm 30:12 Letting loose gratitude, believing goodness exists,  recognizing we have gifts, good gifts that are worth celebrating, having faith in a hope that never fails… It is love, the messy, full  measure of love, the fruit and lasting truth of love  that encouragesContinue reading “Each Day”

A Glorious Splendor

The little bee  and delicate butterfly entice me to wait and listen, attend the earth for a moment, release my breath, disconnect, reset my focus, remember my Creator, settle to a stillness — we are so much more than the busyness that moves us, the daily rhythms of work and home — we are spiritsContinue reading “A Glorious Splendor”

Dawning Praises

Wake up, my heart! Wake up, O lyre and harp! I will wake the dawn with my song.  —Psalm 57:8 You sing for me and the mountain before the others  rise, and I feel as if I could listen  to this symphony, your warbles and the quaking  leaves, until Jesus walks me home — suchContinue reading “Dawning Praises”

Hued Praises

If you see my art-space — crumbled paper towels like tie-dyed bundles, shavings from my many graphite pencils, gnawed eraser ends, everything dusted in charcoal and dotted  with tints and ink — you might think,  “Such a mess!” But it is a welcoming place to begin something  gloriously imperfect; even great failures  teach me somethingContinue reading “Hued Praises”