• The Possibility of the Impossible

    When the object and the subject of my prayer become one, I can move mountains. I know this to be true, for I have experienced it firsthand. It requires an intensity of focus that is not easy to achieve . . . and only comes with practice. Some call it meditation. But I call it… Continue Reading

  • A Great Start to a New Year

    January 2, 2016 As I look back and review 2015, at the top of my grateful list, surprisingly, sits a man named Paul. I remember the day Paul first appeared in my life. He conspicuously sat in the front pew (the one that is normally empty) of my small country church. Throughout the service, his… Continue Reading

  • Happy Holilays

    December 17, 2015 ‘Tis the green and red season. We are all busy. So very busy blooming in love and good cheer. With so much on my agenda, little things slip by. . . little things that feed my soul. . . like prayer. Who has time? As my soul is robbed of it’s nourishment,… Continue Reading

  • Rumble

    July 8, 2015 I remember the moment clearly. The moment that changed my life. It was years ago at a retreat with a passionate group of God-loving college students from the campus church. Unlike them, my passion was wobbly. Deep down, I wasn’t convinced. How could I be passionate about something I could not see?… Continue Reading

  • Wisdom Beyond Years

    April 10, 2015 In my lifetime, I have been blessed by the acquaintance of many children. I fool myself by supposing I am here to teach and guide them, for it is more often they who teach me. Fifteen years ago, at the age of four, a young boy entered my house for the first… Continue Reading

  • Revel

    January 29, 2015 My favorite way to pray is to find a spot of solitude in nature. In the solitude, companionship surrounds me as Earth opens her heart, and I feel God’s nearness. There is nothing better. Six months ago, I dusted off my camera and began this blog.  Captured in my photographs is a gift… Continue Reading

  • There’s gold in them thar hills!

    September 10, 2014 Circulating around the fringes of my reality are stories of COUGARS lurking in the shadows. Thoughts of this took a front row seat as I wandered, in the moonlight, photographing the harvest moon with only a tripod to protect me. The soft hoot of an owl helped settle my wandering imagination allowing… Continue Reading