away

"Happy is he who has the God of Jacob for his help.

Whose hope is in the Lord his God,

Who made heaven and earth.

The sea and all that is in them."

When we see the mind boggling versatility in design

it should bring us to our knees.

march 11th

Terminal buds sprout new life on the lilacs.

The known when the unknown looms again.

Life is in His Holy Hands.

16 degrees, march 7th

Bestriped and bedraggled and bespattered with mud.

Smiles stretched wide across the kidlets' faces as they burst outdoors.

Wee sprouts breaking from the winter's hold.

Spring comes after winter, endlessly, and yet it never ceases to amaze us.

february 29th

I'm trying to get an image of the old and brown

cradling the pure and white.

But breezes blow and images won't focus.

Breezes, it doesn't take a tempest.

Unrest blows in our hearts.

Unrest, it doesn't have to be complete despair.

But we worry, we fret, we gripe, we begrudge.

When we forget to live "thank you"

and wonder why others feel distant.

Sons and daughters who neglect to look upwards

and breathe out words of thanksgiving

and wonder why God seems beyond reach.

Beyond reach and beyond trust.

Thanksgiving brings life into focus,

and gratitude uncovers Beauty

as hearts swell with Joy.

february 27th

Balmy days call for climbing muddy embankments,

hunting wild game and crossing raging torrents.

february

Under the porch steps a kidlet discovers beauty.

Stalactite and sphere-like stalagmites.

february 22nd

For the umpteenth time it feels like spring,

and the kids and the water rush gaily over the snow

leaving imprints of cheer and promise.