Ponderings from the Pond: The Dance of Creation.

Sitting. Like a gentle rain on a cold December day. I feel it…. Washing over me. Surfacing from a place, I didn’t know existed … Fear. Worry. Anxiety.  A list of impurities.  This camel back believer.  Unaware.  Unnecessarily carrying. Leaving.  By the washing of His presence. Though…I did nothing.  No more than enter.  His Secret Place. […]

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When Carpets Are Stained With Blue Fingernail Polish and Faith.

When we took her in. It was not for profit. It was the God voice. The voice that whispered…. “Will you follow me?” And sometimes faith is like swimming.  Where toe dipping caution into “believing”.  Just doesn’t cut it. Either you dive in.  Or you are left cold on the shores of “unbelieving”.  Sinking deep in […]

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Broken Together. A Love Story. And a 20 Year Letter of Thanks.

I was cynical of love. I was a cynic of a lot of things. I had closed off my heart. Living a reckless life. And isn’t it when eyes are most blind. When darkness prevails. That the slant of new light….shines most clear.  Finding hope in the night? Yes, I wasn’t looking for love.  I wasn’t looking for […]

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Finding Hope in a Hopeless World

The red coated stranger.  In loafers.  And mustache.  Puts his palm out.  Turns head away from….The Hope-filled One….Passing out tracts. And last time I came here…. There were no tracts.   No Jesus.   No noticeable believers.  So bold in a city.  Unmasking. Christianity. Only…. Palm readers.   Beggars.   Buildings of Scientology, asking you to pay […]

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Ponderings from the Pond 5: Empty

This time it’s strange. Normally. I feel suffocated.  Go outside. To breath.  Feel alive again.  Go out empty. Needing filling. But, this day, I stroll outside.  Man made walls. With both hands full. Not empty. Camera in one hand. Disappointment in the other. Waking up to.  Coffee creamer.  Non-existent. Settling.  With Chai Tea and light Vanilla Soy Milk. […]

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The One Best Gift You Can Give Your Kids.

Some mornings the obligations of the world jump out at you. Cling on.  Take old. Long before your first sip of coffee. And this morning was one of those mornings. I hoped for the chance.  To squeeze out some “me” time.  Wake up slowly.  Sip coffee. Something I haven’t enjoyed since, I don’t know when. Grace […]

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