Peace isn't always silent. Sometimes it is a sword forged in fire.
Peace: A Sword Forged in Fire!
Embracing Fundamental Truths: The Second Quarter
When last we met it was the end of the first quarter. The Second Quarter has now passed as well and we have stepped into the third. And here I sit, still upon the Potter's Wheel. Perhaps this is the way of life. We are each day being formed and shaped into the person he …
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Repairing the Nets: Rules of Rest
This proverb is often attributed to Steve Jobs. It is a valuable way of thinking. It certainly worked for him. But what does it mean? Are we to keep busy merely for the sake of societal or perceived spiritual self improvement? God forbid! It is a truth, however, that renewal is not redeemed through idleness. …
Promises
Embrace the promise of Spring. Look with hope toward life.
Libraries Speak Volumes
My plan for the day was simple. I was going to drop off my ballot at the drop box and join the local public library (conveniently located in one location) and then visit the local apothecary. So, I set out for what I knew before I walked out my front door: I was going on …
A Quiet Place: A Week Alone in the Woods
“Being Still” is not easy in todays’s world of “I’ve got things to do, place to go, people to see” mentality. This year I spent a week alone in the woods with sketchy cell service. It was a gift from my Father.
Saunter
May I look at life in such a way. Not merely to hike through it as though it is a task to be checked off the list or goal to be accomplished, but to saunter with awe and reverence into all He has set before us.
Autumn Evening
Blue birds and brown house finches play the sun dips behind the treesA soft breeze catches wind chime sails the strikers play a delightful tune:A symphonic orchestra in perfect harmony. Leaves clap in adoration. I smile Breathe in the airIt’s cooler now and I can smell the slight rumblings of FallBirds scatterThe sun disappearsThe symphony …
A Day on Walnut Ridge
True wealth isn’t found in the inanimate, but in the living.
Where are You , Sweetheart?
I hear her calling-the little girl who was feee, unfettered-a little bit hippie and a whole lot of wildflower hearted.
The Inkwell Collections 