dec 16th

Tiny orbs drenched in blue.

Miniature world full of glory.

Ice from earlier this week drips to earth

while little people and bigger people step outdoors

to inhale sunlight.

It is a balmy 12 degrees outdoors.

december 9th

december 8th

december 7th

november's end

Snow is dabbled on the kitchen window and my view is abstracted.

Trees now vague shapes and green grass now white.

November blows past.

Vision outward as bespeckled as vision inward can be.

planners and thinkers

Thinking about our God and carefully planning out our walk doesn't guarantee that our paths lead to the foot of the cross. And I wonder how aware we are of the magnitude of Grace. Does the shadow of the cross stretch across our lives while redeeming light illuminates the darkened valleys? We think about it, we set up a game plan for ourselves and our families. We get frustrated when we are ineffective and feel unheard. Clay pots that wish to be the potter.

Believe and trust.

It is finished.

flurries

Suddenly the gardens were transformed into a canvas of bold brush strokes

and it seemed that we had simply leapt into a new season.

The children scurried about shouting for mittens

as they hurried out the door.

I'm left wondering what happened to yesterdays balmy temperatures.