I don’t have a lot to say. Just that this is my white space. My days are full crowded with noise and work. Recently it’s decisions and worry. But everything has to drop and I pick up the lens to rightly see little boys in golden light. Night falling and they are still full to...
I am a mother to potted plants and a baby flown away. Children grown in pots, filled lovingly with soil and whisked off to the next home every few years. I want them to send their roots down, shoot out for miles and soak up the California soil, but I am afraid. Fearful to let...
These are the glorious days and the best are yet to come Glorious all bathed in light and rolling in His love. New feet trod light the grass and find all there is to be delighted in. Ah, these days of roaming far and wide and cuddling close at home . . . they are...
“Now the Lord God had planted a garden in the east in Eden; and there he put the man he had formed. . . and they felt no shame.” – from Genesis 2:8+25 . . . but then they disobeyed the voice of the One they knew. There can be no shame in the garden...
I'm not in California… yet. and I don't have a garden…yet. I'm still living in my least favorite place of anywhere I have ever lived, a place where terrible, heartbreaking things have happened to me, where I have been through really hard times, a place with harsh weather, and very few redeeming factors. I will...
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