But One Life to Live
It’s Friday. This cross stands in front of a very old church in a tiny town out in the mountains of Honduras. I’ve been thinking about Jesus a lot today. My hands and feet have been busy doing mundane tasks. My mind has been very focused on what happened one Friday afternoon when the world
Have you ever been blind sided? Maybe a bill showed up. Maybe a bad report from the doctor or news of a job change? Maybe life just hasn’t turned out like you had planned? Relationships in families become difficult, your company is bought out and a fresh, full of energy young boss shows up, new
Sitting across the valley about 20 miles away, it was easy to watch the volcano erupt with awe and wonder but with little concern for our safety. We were on the east side of the city of Antigua, Guatemala. I was excited I had my camera with the best zoom lens I own. This
. . . and therefore He waits on high to have compassion on you. For the LORD is a God of justice; How blessed are all those who long for Him. Soon after we moved to Danbury, Connecticut, in 1982, a sign caught my eye in the craft store. Quilting classes offered – call …-….
I took this picture from a bird’s eye view . . . Can anyone guess what this is? Perspective is a crazy thing. It can make things look so big they are insurmountable. Sounds like life sometimes doesn’t it? Imagine standing down in the bottom of this canyon. Looking up makes me tired. That’s a
Climbing through the clouds early one morning on a short flight to Houston, the pilot announced we were heading to 23,000 ft. We passed through the final layers and burst into the clear air above. The blueish horizon of clouds lay just beneath the line giving a clue to where the sun was about to
Raising our four kids who were born in five and a half years was anything but dull and certainly never boring. If I wasn’t pregnant and nursing, there were two in diapers at the same time – twice – the first three were born in two and a half years. Then along came number four
I have spent considerable hours reading and rereading the account of Jesus’ birth, crucifixion and resurrection in the four gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. It has been fascinating. Four parallel accounts. Each differs without contradiction in the details because of who they were writing to and their backgrounds, but the most beautiful part
Moving from the empty manger waiting for Jesus’ arrival, to the empty air when Jesus spoke no words, we arrive at the cross. After the crucifixion, Jesus’ body was taken from the cross and placed in a tomb nearby. The disciples, followers and family were stunned. The only reminder of what had just happened stood
Following are three mini posts I recently made. As I spent time exploring light, I found myself asking about the places in me that had not yet seen light. Empty. That’s the word that kept coming to mind. Thanks for following along with the discussion – as always, please comment and be sure to subscribe