Recent Blogs

  • Looking Through

    Looking Through

    I was eight when Voyager 1 launched into space in 1977. The NASA mission opened the universe and provided the world with a whole new view. Human kind was now able to peer through the eyes of a spacecraft deeper into the stars. Our planet never looked the same to us after the probe sent Read more

  • Of Giant and Tiny Blessings

    Of Giant and Tiny Blessings

    Black-capped Chickadees are my favorite birds. They are so friendly and nosy. They bounce toward the bird feeders like tiny Tiggers in the Hundred Acre Wood. They communicate with up to sixteen different calls, making these North American forests ring with their chatter in any season. After I fill my feeders, Chickadees are the first Read more

  • It’s Puzzling to Me

    It’s Puzzling to Me

    As I prayed, staring out into the cold day, my eyes fell on the tiny water droplets on the window, first frozen then melted condensation. My heart is unable to fathom His goodness and imagine His love – Yet, I am forced to try and put Him into my failing words. In frost and winter’s Read more

  • God’s Glory

    God’s Glory

    From mountain tops and lakes pristineI gazed at teeming fields belowWhere rivers bent and gently flowedFelt there You said, “I can be seen” I walked a beach sat there with birdsTook in the sound of seagulls criesAnd eagles soaring as they sighedFelt there You said, “I can be heard” I sat beneath a gnarly oakRaised Read more

  • Frozen Light

    Frozen Light

    “Meet me at the cross.” The voice wasn’t audible, but couldn’t have been more clear. As I drove into the woods, I knew where He wanted me to go. I don’t hear from God with my ears, and not often as clearly as I did that morning. Mostly, He makes Himself known to me in Read more

  • Of Near- and Farsightedness…          and the Big Picture

    Of Near- and Farsightedness… and the Big Picture

    This week my world was covered in rime ice. For several nights in a row, fog settled in the area and transformed woods, fields, back yards and gardens. Every stalk and blade, every dried up leaf and branch and needle was enveloped by spiky, yet delicate, frozen water droplets. Each morning, I awoke to new Read more