Uncategorized / 12.01.2015

The mountains outside my morning window . . . are gone. Where they once stood, only thick, cold, grey skies remain. My eyes say it's so. "I saw it with my own eyes!" Isn't that the surest thing? It's my own eyewitness testimony. The mountains are gone. But sight can be short and senses tricked. I know what's true. The mountains haven't gone anywhere. I can see them there in my mind's eye. Blue Ridged, sharp against a clear blue sky. Unmoveable. Thick, grey skies can deceive. Just like cold, dark circumstances that eclipse and hide sure things. God is with us.  He loves and cares for us.  He is working out all things...

Uncategorized / 28.12.2014

All our ambition comes to a head at Christmas. In lights, gifts, baking, parties. We go all out for beauty and celebration of all that is best. And you smile. Because you're a Father. The very best. And when we find ourselves weary worn, sugared out, and slightly to very depressed, you say "Come here, my darling girl, and rest." You are not harsh or hard to please. No, you're all that's good. All that we love. You are the smells, sights, and joy . . . all that we yearn to hold on to in this season. You are cozy. Like the soft warm blankets and...

Uncategorized / 22.12.2014

I wasn’t sure what to expect when I received the invitation. It’s a busy season, so I tend to scrutinize the events that go on my calendar more than normal during the month of December. But then again the founder of Verity Vareé is my daughter, and her dream business was turning one. It was going to be a birthday celebration! Join me here to read the rest of this post and find out more about the fabulous message of Vv ! ...

Uncategorized / 09.12.2014

Rain, not snow, is falling here this cold and dreary December morning. But this post from last December has cheered and recalibrated my heart . . . . The first flake fell all alone. I saw it as I was standing on the porch waiting for the dog to do his business. The air smelled like snow, wet and cold and so fresh! By the time I took up my early morning spot on the sunroom couch, the snow was falling lightly. The valley below was turning white, and I could only see a bit of the mountains across the other side. A few minutes...

Uncategorized / 05.12.2014

I don’t remember Mom talking much about dreams. What I do remember was how she lived life oblivious to boundaries. She created something from nothing all the time. My dad tells stories of coming home from work to find her painting rocks with me and my little sister. Meals were always special occasions no matter how simple. I remember themed birthday parties, Norman Rockwell-esque holidays complete with flaming plum pudding . . .  Join me over at God-Sized Dreams to read the rest of this post! ...

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