One fall day a few months ago, while sitting outside, I felt a cool faint breeze brush across my face. It was portending the winter to come. It was gentle and comforting. In that brief moment, I felt something else. I suspect it was God’s presence. I was stunned into stillness to ponder my rest in Him….to slow down my hurried life and just be with Him. I pray you and I both have more and more of those moments. …
Category: Nature
As we transition from winter to spring it stirs my heart to see life emerge in both animals and plants. It is surely a picture of Easter and resurrected life. Last week, on a warm spring morning, I saw several small birds flittering around our water fountain to get a drink of water. I was reminded of how well they are taken care of, yet how much more God loves and cares for us. Hope you enjoy this poem about …
God’s Sycamore Song You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands. Isaiah 55:12 (NIV) God’s voice, or song, can be heard and experienced in many ways, but for me significantly in nature. The way trees move to and fro, the way ocean waves crash in a rhythm and the hypnotic sound of crickets on …
Despite our past failings and mistakes we can still experience beauty, goodness and joy. About 10 years ago, we planted new trees and shrubs in our backyard. As a centerpiece we planted this Japanese maple where we could see it outside our patio windows. We knew its color would be awesome, not to mention its beautiful shape. When the tree was still small I noticed it leaned to the right. I tried to correct it by pulling it …
As an Enneagram 3, (an achiever) it is very hard for me to just walk away from my work and do something that is not connected to a goal…like taking a stroll for no good reason. You too may have some personality style that you are comfortable with yet it’s hard for you to break out of it and do something new or challenging. Maybe you are learning, like me, to release that thing we “go to” for stability so naturally. This poem …