Signs of Fruitfulness

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I kissed my husband goodbye before he drove away to work a couple Mondays ago. I’ve heard somewhere that this will prolong his life. Or maybe it only prolongs his departure. Either way, he didn’t seem to mind. Before he reluctantly drove off, he asked, “Did you get pictures of the blueberry blossoms over the weekend?” As much as photography consumes my... Read More

Asking God the Big, Scary Questions (Waiting on an Answer)

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Something happened yesterday morning that made my skin prickle… Over the years, there have been two key times when I’ve asked God a Big Question (unless you also count the years I kept asking Him, “Will I ever get to be a mom?”). The Big Questions were: – God, do You exist? and – God, how can anyone logically believe that a man rose from the... Read More

Scripture Art Journaling: I Am With You

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Scripture art journaling has become my most recent adventure. It intrigues me for its possibilities in mixing multiple art forms. I’ve never been able to draw or paint well, but I still enjoy trying every once in a while… even though at one point in this process, I was pretty sure I had just painted a maple leaf next to a group of ghost people with oversized gourds... Read More

Three Sheets to the Wind: Cognitive Flexibility and Self-Control

I’ve been having nightmares recently. Mercifully, I haven’t remembered what they’re about — but something in my subconscious must be working through a mysterious source of unhappiness. After last night’s nightmare, I fell back to sleep and dreamed about a sailboat with its rigging fixed in place. The ropes (“sheets”) that are attached to... Read More

Water Off a Duck’s Back: How Forgiveness Protects Me

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The day after my birthday, I woke up abruptly around 3am: “Forgive.” I was hoping to go back to sleep and let these “random synapses” pick a different word. Like, maybe “rest,” God? “Rest” is a nice word at 3am. That didn’t happen, so I was left with “forgive” rolling around in my head, at 3am. “Let offenses... Read More

Pure Valentine Sweetness

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After our bizarre experience last week, our family has been set on our feet again. My kids are more aware now that “bad” people exist — people who are inexplicably mixed up, selfish, and twisted. That was just a stranger, though… The capacity to inflict much deeper hurt lurks inside even the “best” of us, even when our intentions are only to... Read More

What Hour the Thief Was Coming


Exploring ancient history and the riddles of long-dead prophets seems like an interesting hobby, and harmless enough. Lately, though, I feel like Indiana Jones, and I’ve just disturbed the rubble over the Lost Ark. A thief entered our home Saturday. My kids and I were home, although we were spared the trauma of ever seeing him. The past few days have been full of the details... Read More

After Four Years of Blogging, I’m Sure: I’m a Mom

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I finished the post below on Monday (except adding pictures). I had tried to veil how frustrated and disappointed I was, because life has become incredibly busy recently. It seemed like the sensible thing to do was end the blog. It has been confusing to sense God leading the exact opposite direction! God specializes in impossibilities, and He is able to make His purposes clear,... Read More

Poem: September’s Gardener

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Sometimes I get some facts written down and some “shoulds” listed, and I completely overlook the Spirit in a circumstance: We have a tree producing spring blossoms in September! I wrote a poem about it — how the bagworms ruined the summer foliage (see my last post), and how the tree is recovering. It’s an unpolished poem, and I wish I would aim these... Read More

The Weeping Cherry Weeps: To Be a Bagworm or a Tree


She wanted me to take a picture of her and Sunny Bear — a stuffed animal she inherited from my childhood charades in which bear-and-cat couples were married off and settled into homes in quilt-canopied, cardboard box cities. What you can’t see — what I mostly cropped out of the shot — is the damage to the canopy in the foreground. (If you look closely,... Read More