Balance Today when I sat down to pray to our Father God, I lit 3 candles representing my mind, body, and spirit, I do this every day. Fire cleanses the spirit and I am near all elements during prayer and meditation; fire, earth, water, and air. As I watched the candles before I closed my

My Master’s Path

Truant thoughts plague my mind straying from my Master’s path, I say I love you Master I will follow wherever you lead or go. I trust in him to lead me on the best path for my life. Until something else catches my attention and my actions and thoughts follow another path. I am well

Calm Before the Storm

I’m Gonna to Let it Shine

In the sunshine walking among cornfields, my dog wiggles her tail excitedly. Along our trail between the rows of corn what I once thought of as weeds, I now see as flowering useful plants to forage. Purple Chicory flowers, that we can roast the roots of for coffee and many others. God’s sun shines to

Fruit of the Spirit

When we walk through a garden with Roses, it is the fruit of its plant. Walnuts, are the fruit of a Walnut Tree. Peaches, are the fruit of a Peach Tree. The fruit of the spirit is what the spirit produces, which is thought and works. It is not the fruit because we do it.

White Noise

Walking along the pathway around my work I saw a gaggle of geese gawking about. They were disrupting my quiet meandering trying to take a break from the stress within the building. I had hoped for a pandering of peaceful pondering whilst I wandered around the track. The incessant squawking got me reflecting on other

Down Time

Over the weekend I went to a family reunion and many of us camp nearby to be able to spend extra time together. My father and his wife are in their 80’s and I enjoy every chance I can to just listen and be there. While camping, he in his camper and I in my

Trust: How Can We?

Last evening, I walked to my car in the dark of night, the moon shone with an orange cast on verge of full. Cool air reached my lungs as I exhaled heat of the day. A heavy feeling weighted down on my chest as I climbed inside. Thinking it was just the air and muggy

Fire of the Spirit

Gazing at the night sky with burnished red, orange, pink and yellow, a glowing reflection of the Suns blaze, burns ever brigher. Then once the Sun sank into the sea the sky was again lit by a fire burning bright within our firepit. Blackness sprang to life with flickers from our fires flame. Dancing firelight,

Precious Life

Precious: Highly esteemed or cherished             When first we look upon a newborn with their innocence and promise of what their life may bring often our first thought is “How Precious”.  No matter if it is our own child or the child of someone we know, we recognize the beauty in their fresh start has not