When Change is in the Air

Have you ever grown discontented and didn’t know why? You couldn’t quite put your finger on the reason your mood darkened or you suddenly felt constrained, uncomfortable, itchy for something. I sure have. Often this odd annoyance occurs well before change knocks on the heart’s door or peeks in through the window of our thoughts.  …

The Deep Waters of Surrender

Giving up control is like letting out fishing line into deep waters where opportunities, you never dreamed of, swim below the surface. The longer I live, the surer I am of this truth: “For My thoughts are not your thoughts, Nor are your ways My ways,” declares the Lord. “For as the heavens are higher than the …

How to Make a Coral-Colored Floral Arrangement

Here's a delightful diy project for making a floral arrangement using coral roses, snapdragons, ranunculus, baby hydrangeas, and red tip bush trimmings. Designed by Belinda ScheurichMasterful artisan and floral designer, Belinda Scheurich, co-owner of Buds in a Vase (and my delightful sister-in-law) demonstrates how to make an elegant floral that will brighten up your kitchen and serve …

Pencil-Thin Purposes: When Dreams Disappoint

I peek through a windowpane on this frosty February morning in anticipation of a velvety blanket covering the road to work. Yet last night’s weather broadcaster’s boastings of severe snow conditions fell far short of my expectations; in fact, not even a pencil thin layer of puffiness materialized. “No snow day.” I pout. My husband …

Re-centering Your Creative Self

Like constructing a dam in a swift-flowing river, time for reflection pools the soul’s waters so we can see our reflection. When outward flow to others stops, we seek mental, emotional, and spiritual rejuvenation. We artistic types must work at taking the time to reflect, refocus, and reorganize.  If we do not, we find ourselves far …

Moment-by-Moment Magic

Living a spiritual life can be a moment-by-moment magical experience. One never knows when God’s Spirit will reveal a priceless treasure eyes do not see until the veil of rushing lifts. An uncurled rose, a baby’s toes, a covey of quail feasting. Sometimes this magic appears as whispers ears hear while eyes seal with sleep: …

Imagine

Imagine… a chair in a grassy field where you sit…all alone, mind connecting with Creator, perspective peeling away confusion Imagine… a morning plumb with hush sunlight streaming through blossoming roses, desires to live deliberately swelling inside, prayers seeping though pen onto paper Imagine… a morning fills with unrushed moments when listening permeates your being, what …

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