Autumn arrives at early morning, but spring at the close of winter day. –Elizabeth Browning Autumn arrived some weeks ago in Texas. But it was not much to see. It was something to feel. And yes just like the quote, it came at early morning–the brisk air, the slant of light, the spark of change…
Tag: life
Summer’s Bouquets Become…
Summer’s bouquets become… Fall arrangements.
Atmosphere Changers!
A few years ago, quite a few years ago, I was trying to lose a few pounds by running. I mapped out and followed a trail that sent me by a construction working crew. I chose that path because it was flat and smooth, and I could run along unimpeded and build up some steam. I did, in fact, lose some…
Church Bloopers
We are home from Germany. Exhausted. Ready for a hot shower and a long sleep. My mother-in-law sent me these hilarious church bloopers. After the weekend, I will have more devotional thoughts about our travels…
haiku: autumn harvest
orange and gold shimmer fields, vines, and trees spilling fruit autumn harvest glows
Friendship
From casual to intimate, levels of friendships vary throughout life. And no matter the level, friends have the power to influence our lives for good or evil. I have been very blessed by God to have the sweetest friends through life that have enriched my journey, shared by joys and wiped my tears. They have endured…
Promises
Promises Morning washes the lake and pier with light. Summer dwindles to sparks, smolders cold into crisp autumn days. But the sun, the sun burns no matter the season it stays, it stays… unless the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob breaks his promises to Israel.
Out of the Left Lane…
Sweetly broke the dawn this morning on Possum Kingdom Lake. A group of friends met at the lake house of mutual friends. We just got away for a day, spent the night on the lake, enjoyed a day together, reminiscing, visiting, catching up, laughing, telling stories on each other, and laughing some more. We spent a leisurely morning…
Last Roses of Summer
Most people are sad to see summer days end. This year is bittersweet for me. Although the weather remains hot here in Texas and summer doesn’t officially end until September 22, the last of August still marks summer’s finish. Young people are returning to school and the routine that will dictate their lives for the next…
haiku: irony
prickly thistle thrives in the desert place, swathed in purple like a king
Bonnie Saul Wilks 