What We Are Becoming

With exquisite control and breath-taking grace, she moved in the darkness like a ballet dancer. Her wing tails crossed as if in a curtsey awaiting applause. The graceful moves of the luna moth were like frost settling on the flower petals of an early spring’s new garden or powdered sugar dusted on a French beignet.

Mary’s Storm

In desperation she stood beneath the small window she had tightly shuttered against the splish-splashing of the pouring rain. For days the clouds hovered low, and thunder’s rumbling added its own accompaniment to the perpetual cadence of the falling rain. Nature began too soon to play its dirge as the smell of death lingered in

Look Beyond the Darkness

After three days of being alone in a house, one can begin to see things in a darker way. Our “vision” can become confused by the outlet we have into what’s going on in our world. It doesn’t take very long for us to begin to think that just getting up to face the day

The Blessing of Vision

What a wonderful blessing we have in sight. Since most of us have had good sight all our lives, it becomes easy to take that blessing for granted. It is, indeed, an amazing gift that God has given us. Vision equips us to navigate through life safely and empowers us to accomplish many great things.

The Wait

       Twelve noon, mid-July. HOT!!! Still she sat. Waiting. Having just finished her fifth-grade year, my oldest daughter had been chosen to attend a week of classes that would provide challenges and enrichment for students whose abilities enable them to benefit from experiences beyond those provided by the regular school programs. Holly had attended four

Changing Seasons

Changing Seasons   “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven” Eccl. 3:1   The seasons that the Lord has created for us are all so beautiful. Depending on the geographical area, the seasons can be more defined. Like the seasons in nature and agriculture, people cycle through distinct

Touch of Faith

  This night was no different than the others. Dropping her emaciated body onto her bed, she poured out her troubled heart to the God she knew, the One she worshiped. Again, she waited. Every night for 12 long years she waited, in anticipation that with the new day she would experience new strength and

Winds of Victory

As evening shades gathered around the countryside, dark clouds assembled on the eastern horizon, hardly noticeable to the busy men and women scurrying about their normal daily routines. With the grandeur of the setting sun on the western horizon, little thought was given to the coming storm. Not until the angry force of the chilly

Waltz of the Waves

  The early morning breezes carried the music of the sea inside the condo through the small opening in the door. The door had purposely been left slightly open the night before to welcome the lullaby the ocean sang. Morning’s “Waltz of the Waves” beckoned me to quietly expand the opening to the ball room