I remember it so well, the day God gave me the clarity I sought so desperately. I wanted a mission statement, a purpose on paper from him. I was reading Ann Voskamp’s photography version…
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In the rain, there is hope. The earth is given a clean slate, softening it’s hard places allowing new life to emerge. I love the rain. I long to for this new place, a…
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It appears effortless, this changing of the seasons. We open our winter weary eyes, and there it is. Life is returning to us all. The sky is peppered with sweet pastel blossoms and soft…
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Did you see the sky last night? On my way to fill the horses’ water buckets in the frigid air, I saw it. I glanced up and the sight of the sky, the stretching…
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I have stopped trying to number the days in this project. It doesn’t make sense if I am not posting daily. I try but often the day drains away before I can get to…
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I found wonder today, without meaning to at all. I was smitten (again) in the produce aisle at my local grocery store. Right there, in between the turnips and the collard greens I saw…
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Here is a recipe for beauty and sweetness that will cheer up any rainy day. 1 cup of ripe blackberries, 1 tea cup of lovely china, (any will do) and last but not…
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I found wonder today in the the gentle eye of my horse, Gunsmoke. I love his long lashes, and how sweetly he regards me with those eyes. Since I was a little tiny thing…