The Ultimate Artist.

“We can come to understand God through the things He made. He is the ultimate artist and, as we come to know Van Gogh, Rubens, etc, through studying their works, so we come to know God through the study of His myriad creations. Every flower, bud, tree, every creature great and small, the sun, the

In Troubled Times I Walk By Faith and Not By Sight.

I dedicate this year to You, whatever it may bring. A winter’s gales, a sunlit eve, of pleasure or of sin. So hold my hand as I go forth, because I stumble oft! And lead me in your path to walk. (I often get tripped off.) Be my umbrella neath the woes that often rain

Small Beginings, Greater Ends.

It would make sense to begin the new year on Dec 24th (winter solstice). Instead, after Christmas comes a pregnant pause, like the pause in birth after the head is delivered for the child’s body to turn. A time for evaluation, a time to ponder, to reset our compass before a new beginning. It says

“NOEL” BY J. R. R. TOLKIEN

This poem was written in 1936 but only discovered in 2013 by Tolkien scholars Wayne Hammond and Christina Scull. (Credit to Dave Brons Facebook post which I couldn’t resist sharing) Grim was the world and grey last night: The moon and stars were fled, The hall was dark without song or light, The fires were

Live to the fullest!

Dance With the Wind.

Oh how profound the lessons one learns within a tree. As gales begin to blow, and surf is raised at sea. Were their boughs to stand. Resisting to the end They’d all soon break asunder. Instead, they gently bend And dancing in the breezes and blowing in the storm They may lose leaves or branches,

Unfinished Story.

He’d thought of it before – a quick end. No more pain, grief, or betrayal, no more failed expectations. Just peace, silence, to lay aside the earthly husk, to throw in the towel… and yet. His story lay unfinished, chapters unwritten, that no other earthly pen could write. He could not leave blank pages that

A Heartrending Dream.

It was such a strange dream, seemingly unrelated to anything. I was staying with a very kind, wholesome seeming family. The house was prosperous, spacious, and full of sunlight. In addition to the large family, a “creature” lived with them. I use the word creature because in the dream he had quite long fur on

The Artist’s Signiture

He writes His name upon the sky In every in every breath, in every sigh. In sun-kissed cloud, in opening bud We trace the signature of God.

Pros and Cons.

It’s taken far longer than expected to get settled in my new home. Not the unpacking etc. that was sorted very fast but not everything was good, or was it? Let’s look at pros and cons. Con. My first introduction to “cowboy contractors”, who left me with no means of securing my front door while