The Longing Arms Emptiness filled now and spilling when arms hold and hush the long anticipated one- sweet love requited. Did I know how empty they were- my arms, heart- before you? You laughed at the emptiness and swallowed it whole....
I always enjoy visiting my neighbor, who is 99 years old. He is still as sharp as a tack. I learn so much, he is like a walking history book. His memory is so sharp and keen. I often can’t remember what I ate for lunch yesterday, but he remembers dates,...
He is El Roi, the God who sees. He sees you, He sees me, and that is something I need to know. I need to know that. I need to know that God is writing my story… and He is writing yours. Sometimes, actually often, I can’t see the end or even...
As September draws to a close, I am reminded that not only is there a designated time and season for summer to end and autumn to arrive, but also appointed seasons in our lives. I’m in one such season– the years I spend homeschooling. We have a short,...
“A ship in a harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for.” The source for the above quote is a bit unclear– several online searches attribute the quote to several different individuals– thus I can’t quite say for certain who...
A photographer sees life at different angles and distances: a bugs-eye view, a birds-eye view, close-up, faraway, panoramic, etc. The different views help the photographer to present life as he/she sees it: realistically, idealistically, as a collage, as a mirage, or...
“God’s promises are like stars– the darker the night, the brighter they shine.” –Jan Coleman, author of After the Locusts. In the book of Joel, a devastating event occurs, something which will be retold to subsequent generations: Has...
I love the pencil scrawls of a young child. The words are out of proportion, misspelled, and the sentences are incomplete and full of grammar mistakes. But, I love to read and see these early attempts at writing. It is a glimpse into the thoughts of that young child....
Today’s Friday, and on Fridays, I usually participate in a fun five minute writing exercise, over here, at the Gypsy Mama; she provides the prompt and the link-up party. The rules? Write for 5 minutes straight, no editing! {And, after reading my five minute...
I love the pencil scrawls of a young child. The words are out of proportion, misspelled, and the sentences are incomplete and full of grammar mistakes. But, I love to read and see these early attempts at writing. It is a glimpse into the thoughts of that young child....
