- Must Not Give Up!
- If I Only Had a Picture
- Home: January 15, 2008
- Miss you, Dad!
- Another Graduation in the Can!
- Weekly Challenge Post #2: Curves (in Seattle)
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Curves
- More FUNna!
- Deer Fence
- A Feeble Fable
- You seem a bit unapproachable today . . .
- The Flora and the FUNNa at Descanso Gardens
- Thought for the Day: Water, the New Ice Cream
- Call It Art
- Nature’s Hallelujah!–A Hummingbird Story
- Outside My Office Window
- Tiger, Tiger Burning Bright
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Fleeting
- Telephone Booth!!!!
- Mama’s got a new toy . . .
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Tag Archives: loss
The young and vibrant are praised just because– all that color and life, a grace. But even in the light grip of the wounded and aged–the letting go– there is a glory. There is beauty in the fallen and glory in … Continue reading
There is a glimpse I see through the brokenness–a glimpse of what will be. There is a glimmer beyond the black and tears, the groaning when evil prevails–a glimmer of kingdom and restoration. There is a goodness in the chaos, … Continue reading
Comfort the mourning, mend the broken, order the steps of the helpers, and help us to love our enemies as Christ would. Oh, God. Let it be. Praying for Boston’s suffering.
This is the doodle that was writing itself in my brain as I was waking up this morning. No wonder I wake wanting to take a nap!
Some days, I am truth-tired. Knowing takes work; doing right is hard, when what I need— want— is deep arm-hold rest, the no debate and defend rest. Shalom. Some days, the thinking I want to do is the wonder kind, … Continue reading
There is in trust a kind of writing between the lines. I trust you, but that trust expects acceptable outcomes—acceptable to me. My blank slate of surrender has a lot of smudges around the edges—things like “Don’t let it hurt” … Continue reading
In the absence, I feel longing. The longing cannot be explained away, dissected, bisected, and catalogued. It is blood deep, bone deep, urgent; and the waiting hurts. The absence wants filling—the rising of this sunken sap, the swelling of these … Continue reading
You can’t do enough right. You can’t wishful-think the dark edges of reality away— it will come. It will come unbidden, unrehearsed and unwanted. And it will sting like the devil. But though I walk in the shadows, a holy … Continue reading
Walking on these shores of darkness, fear lapping at my feet– feet raw and bloody from the sharp rocks of circumstance, the slicing of life– each sucking footprint fills black with liquid foam; but with a will, I bend toward … Continue reading