His eye is on the sparrow

Morning after morning I’ve been on the go. Not today–this would be a linger-over-a cup-of-coffee morning. Time to rest. It had snowed during the night and now the world outside my window is at last blanketed in white. Have you noticed? How snow quiets life. The sounds that usually fill the morning are softened. The rough edges of life are smoothed over for a while.

under the maple tree

Flowers flow in rivers around my home. Splashes of bright purple, red, yellow and orange give way to soft, glimmering pools of peach, lavender, coral and white–all spilling out across the yard, down to its farthest reaches. It’s a beautiful place. I’m drawn outside every morning with a hot cup of coffee, my Bible, a journal (or two) and…

slice of life

I’m standing here in my kitchen, listening to the sound of my paring knife slicing through a crisp apple. “Scheeeoomph! thud. Scheeeoomph! thud.” Laying out pale, juicy wedges, rimmed in a blush of red across the cutting board. The fruity scent…tangy, honey-like, and clean rises like a cool morning  breeze, refreshing my mind. The color…