A red-breasted robin builds her nest in a rusty metal light covering outside. I’ve perched my chair next to the sliding glass door so I can snap photos. Morning dew dances upon blankets of green grass and pine trees stretch their branches into the blue sky. My husband and I are on a hotel finding adventure …
The Heron of Hope
My brother tells of a heron that is hunting squirrels around his barn. He sees the big bird in his mind’s eye as he describes this odd occurrence to me at a family gathering. “JoDee, there’s a heron hanging around our barn. It’s this tall I tell you.” He motions with his hand. I wonder …
Night Whispers
Is it presumptuous to believe that we can receive and record night whispers? I think not. Even if we err in our accuracy, I believe the heavens are gracious and God patient. READ THE ENTIRE POST...
The Promise
Nothing is as sweet as sensing God’s Spirit and basking in His perfect peace. The longer I believe, the more convinced I am that true life comes from this intimate exchange. READ THE ENTIRE POST...
Hollow Man
Have you ever poured your life into a project you were so sure was of God only to find out that it was a hollow man of your own making? It may even take on a life of its own, but your creation has no lasting purpose. I have. In fact, more times than I …
Sing my Soul
This morning is one of those rare times when I am almost wordless, so I only have this poem to share with you. This is a poem for those times when life doesn't go the way you want it to.
I Am Beautiful?
The following post is written by my daughter, Elya. I find her perspective quite interesting and challenging: This poem is about aging and how, as women, we can be extremely harsh on our bodies as they change and go through what is a very natural part of life.Also, how we will do everything in our …
Mixed Media, Grace, and the Red-breasted Robin
I think grace is a lot like art—spontaneous, free flowing, alive for the capture.
Broken Promises
Whether we live in realms of realism or dally in make-believe, broken promises snap off the tender twigs of trust we extend to ourselves and to others: We promise ourselves that we will stop our addictive behavior, and yet we continue. We promise ourselves that we will leave that abusive relationship, and yet we stay. …
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