a beautiful grace

There’s this writing spider, she’s known as a “common garden” spider and she has taken up residence in my flower garden. Now, please keep reading because like many of you–I don’t...

The colors kept peeling–grain by grain as the tiny sander hummed the only song it knows how to sing. The colors–the darkest of scarlet, ocean blue, and white. This old rocking...

He was sitting at home in front of a screen on this Sabbath morning as many of us have done over the past six months—listening to the message–God’s word. The pastor...

The leaf slowly fell at her feet.  She held it up to the night sky and it glared back like the shine of a full moon.  The leaf—half alive, half dead. ...

The top of the page reads May 02, 2020.  Saturday. Day 168. Dear God. Life sure has changed a lot since day one when I  promised to write daily in my...

I’ve been wanting to share her story for a while.  About her infectious laugh, that she loved flowers—made her living as a farm woman—mother to ten children, eight girls and two...

He wraps the nails with the smallest of wires as tight as crippled hands will allow into the form of the cross of his Savior. Five hours for one cross and...

And on this Sunday morning my pastor said, “We can’t do things for God half-heartedly.” His message from God hit hard–crushing hard on my own heart. How many times do we...

Putting the last batch of cupcakes in the oven and in between laughs and giggles, and she looks up at me with her little mouth and nose decorated in pink icing,...

Verse of the day.  On this beautiful Sabbath morning. A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones. Proverbs 17:22 #rendyourheart #sabbath #seconddayoffebruary #worshipinGodshousethisSunday #thedoorisopen #hisheart   Through God’s help...