One of the strategies of the enemy is to make us feel disconnected from God, the Father.

Every morning I repeat the same prayer.  'Lord, I want to love You with all of my heart.'  The first commandment is to love God.  If I get that one right, everything else will carefully move into place.  It is not a noble conviction I have, but a strong desire that comes from a deeper place than I knew existed on the inside of me.  That prayer perfectly expresses the desire of my heart.  'Lord, I really do want to love you with all of my heart...'

1973:  Remembering where I was in my life then, is a staggering thought all on it’s own.

I hadn’t been moving the dirt for long, until my eye caught a glint of the largest topaz I had ever seen.

The first words she spoke to me were, ‘You smell like Christmas!’.

Even as a child I realized something out of the ordinary was taking place before my eyes.

From now on, know this: you have a choice whenever you hear this familiar phrase,
“Whatever it is, it isn’t (fill in the blank)”.

I found myself smiling and happy that the little lost dog found such a good home.

Sometimes silence shouts louder than words.

This morning I got a call from Mrs. Ella, and she invited me to come and take some pictures at her old homeplace!

As you will be able to tell from this blog, a study in the book of Nehemiah got me all stirred up!

Being in a crisis of faith seems to limit our words.  This is what I think Jonah's conversation with God might have sounded like.  Brief, but to the point:  pre-whale, inside-whale and post-whale.

A poem of encouragement for those of us who know what it feels like to be forty. 

I was amazed how powerful one word can be to invite discouragement and fear.

And, thank you to each of you that have been up in my stands clapping and cheering me on.

Walk towards the door, even if you cannot see how in the world it can open for you.

...I discovered, the only way I could get the shot was to stand on the hood of my car.

For some reason that I still don't completely comprehend, the words 'pure joy' will lead you to websites where what you see is the very opposite of 'pure'.

If not now, when?

It is so wonderfully marvelous how the Holy Trinity 'manifests' Himself to the individual believer...

Our words can cause someone's dream to flourish, or to wither.

...one of the soldiers embraces the folded flag, and presses it to his heart with both arms and holds it there for a few moments.

I have learned alot about hummingbirds by photographing them.  Some of it, I did not want to know.

If not now, when?

In my dream, as in my waking hours, the extent of my piano playing expertise is a very crude version of Chopsticks that I learned as a child.

We all stood in the Presence of the Lord, corporately awed to silence by the beauty of the One we were worshipping.

This is not really a regular blog entry, but a poem I wrote.  It was written soon after one of my sweet grandmothers went to be with the Lord.  From both sides of my family, I have received a godly inheritance.  With all of my heart, I want to build on the foundation of faith that they laid before me.  If the language seems a bit unfamiliar, I was attempting to express my heart in the style of Christian mystics from centuries ago.  I love the eloquent way they expressed their desire to the Lord.  What these words lack in eloquence, they make up for in passionate love.

...we are all creative.  Not because our parents are, or we went to school to develop our artistic ability, or even because we have produced works of art.  All of us are creative because the One who created us breathed some of Himself into us.

This dream impacted me on what seemed to be a cellular level.  Every since I had this dream, I have believed it is possible to experience the Glory of God when I am awake.  I know the Glory of God is tangible, and can be seen and felt.  I share the prayer of Moses (Exodus 33:18) when he said to God, "Show me Your Glory".  And as for me, I am still waiting on the cloud...