haiku: hope

  faith, hope, charity love is the greatest of these, but hope sparks the rest

Icons

Seekers, pilgrims, and believers have venerated icons for centuries. An icon is an image, picture or representation. It stands for a person or diety symbolically by representing it concretely or by analogy. Veneration means to regard with feelings of respect and reverence. Some early Christian icons were painted on the musty walls of catacombs. Later they were drawn and…

On Lexington Green

A few years ago, my husband, daughter, and I took the marvelous book about American history, “The Light and the Glory” by Peter Marshall and toured New England. We visited many historical sites and read as we traveled. It was a very meaning trip. Our patriotism and thanksgiving for our country and the many sacrifices of our…

Skipping Through Life

  My daughter’s outreach team in Cyprus Our 20 year-old daughter just returned from six months in Cyprus. This was her second year in a missionary-training school. Her daddy and I spent the last couple of days getting ready for her homecoming. And when she finally walked through the door, our hearts flooded with joy. It…

Awakenings

Divided by long, prosaic interludes, life is a series of awakenings. I don’t know about you, but I have had several “revelations” that have so desperately influenced me that they have divided my life into two parts: before and after. Sometimes awakenings have occured because of unexpected happenings; while at other times, the most mundane things have grabbed my attention and…

One Glance

One Glance One glance from your eyes will change me forever… forsaken to beloved ashes to beauty swarthy to lovely rejected to accepted from a desert thorn to a desert rose.

The Wisdom of Years

Last evening, a group of friends and family gathered at a restaurant for a birthday meal for Pastor Olen. It was great food and fabulous fellowship! We ate and laughed and laughed and ate. Pastor just turned 70. For me, it is not as hard to imagine that age as it used to be. Admittedly, this is the…

haiku: desert place

sparkling springs at home draw me from this desert place where I have wandered

Ancient Melody

Ancient Melody My grandmother grew up on a farm–one of twelve children– a school teacher of twelve grades in one room. As a student herself she studied math hard… because it was hard… so they told her. Many years later, she worked at H & R Block filing income taxes for others–way into her seventies–because she…