My friend Kristin is a beautiful dancer. But not just beautiful, as many dancers are. There is power in her movement. She is a worshiper and when she offers her gift to God, you…
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I am grateful to worship a mysterious God. I cannot box him up neatly or know what he is going to do next, or even why. He has no equal. He is God…
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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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I adore Autumn. Nearly every afternoon in this season, I step outside my farm front door to this. Oranges and reds, purples and gold against the clearest of blue skies. I catch my breath…
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When I awoke this morning, the woods outside my kitchen window were sparkling, as if they had been showered in diamonds. My heart began to race. It’s been over a week now since I…
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I watch them, the little purple coneflowers and their suitor, in their dance. Petals reach to receive soft butterfly kisses, colors mingling in the summer sun. I am entranced watching this love affair unfold.…
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If I could, I would be more like the flowers. How they teach me. They are unwavering in their worship, knowing they must unfold to shine. It is this vulnerability, this stretching open, that…
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Canon 5D Mark ll, 100 2.8 macro, 2.8 aperture, 1/125 shutter, 100 ISO *This post is dedicated to my friend Mia. She loves tulips because they remind her of growing up in Sweden with…