My husband brought back some compelling photos of Ethiopia this trip. While I was perusing them, this old Steve Fry song rose up in my spirit and ministered to me so much as I kept leafing through the pictures. I felt the Lord saying to me, “If you want to know me, then look at…
Category: photography
The End of All Words…
Through the years, I have done my fair share of counseling. The truth is this: It is not my favorite aspect of the ministry. I groan silently when I hear of someone becoming a counselor or actually majoring in counseling in college. Doesn’t that sound cold hearted and distant coming from a missionary… even worse…
A Little Lonely…
My husband and daughter are in Ethiopia now. I just spoke to them on the phone. They are in the capital city of Addis Ababa working with Ethiopian Jews from Beta Israel and Beta Avraham groups. They have visited congregations, schools, medical clinics and orphanages, and it has been an amazing trip. I am so…
Backyard Bandits Again…
On the morning that Wayne left for Israel/Ethiopia, we enjoyed breakfast under the arbor in the backyard. The weather was perfect and the surroundings enchanting, even if it is my own little patch of ground. After we cleaned it all up, I glanced out the window to find the backyard bandit was back… He’s ready…
haiku: winter scars
the scars of winter are healed in blood red blooms, sun, warm earth, and raindrops
haiku: eternal hope!
morning trumpet blast the dead in Christ shall rise first then we who remain
The Morning after Rain…
I am sitting in our backyard under the arbor and next to the pond. The morning after rain is always so fresh and clear. It’s like getting a new lease on life… all the dusty old is washed away, with a sparkling new start… As I was enjoying my cup of coffee and meditating on…
haiku: broken-shadow moon
in the twilight ofdusky eve your smile sparkedthe broken-shadow moon
Squirrelly…
It is shocking! I caught this backyard bandit stealing the birdseed from the bird feeder. He is destructive too. He dumped the seed all over the ground and just kept going after it, even though I was standing right there… And he kept the birds waiting in line, while he stuffed face or should I…
Dirty Little Secrets…
He drinks out of the toilet… She licks between her toes… On a short-term missions trip to Eastern Europe, he stopped the van suddenly along side of the road and ran swiftly into the dense forest… he yelled for me (his dutiful wife) to follow him with toilet paper… the other team members waited patiently…
Bonnie Saul Wilks 