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.