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The Weaver
The day was young, with gleaming sunlight playing across a field. Nearby was a copse of hardwood trees. As she walked closer, there were tall wildflowers with abundant colors. Approaching the wooded area, the sunlight suddenly shifted, as if on a swivel. What she saw as a result of the changing light made her catch her breath. There, directly in front of her were hundreds and thousands of spider webs, now fully revealed in the morning sun. The longer she looked, the more webs there were. It was a remarkable display of architecture and effort. The webs were constructed in such a way that it would be impossible to pass…
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Ramblings
It’s funny how a day can come and go and blur into the next without leaving an overt telltale mark. In hindsight, if one will look back, it is as though a series of legos or building blocks have stacked up creating our reality, our world, our life. Seconds turn into minutes, hours, days and eventually years. Then there are those defining times we call “moments“. They may be mountaintop experiences or “the valley of the shadow of death“. I actually love that death is described in Psalm 23 as merely a shadow. On its own a shadow has no substance. It can neither affect or inititate anything. Much like…
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Take Two
Today is a day carved out of the calendar to honor moms. Yes. That’s wonderful, and mine was a gem. I wish I could hug her again, but she is gone from Terra Firma. She would not want me sad on this day. So…I take this moment honor another, who I lovingly call my “second Mom”. She is an intensley private person, so I’ll call her “Emmie”. [Not her real name.] Emmie has been there for me through thick and thin over the past years. She has prayed for me, laughed with me, cried with me and helped me on my way. Her spirit and mind are strong and astute.…
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Uncharted Territory
I used to have a recurring dream about a house I lived in. Strangely, there were passages and whole floors in the house that were uncharted – and noone knew they were there. There was, for instance, a secret stairwell that opened into an immense ballroom! The ceiling was domed, and painted like the Sistine Chapel. If that wasn’t unexpected enough, there was a ladder-type thing on the outside wall that lead to a whole new “apartment” – fully furnished and unused…and much more. I realize this morning that house is me. I’m discovering whole sections of my heart, mind and soul I didn’t know existed. Just when I think…
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Love Outbound
We are approaching that day of the year where almost everything is pink or red – yep, you guessed it, the Hallmark Holiday, Valentine’s Day. Wikipedia has a pretty good (and I sure 100% accurate!) article on the origins and evolution of this. Poor St. Valentine! To be relegated to visions of obese flying cherubs who have no relation whatsoever to the mighty Heralds who are legitmate angels. Which brings me back to my thoughts this morning about love. God calls Himself Love. God also talks about love being about giving…as is His example over and over again. Still learning, I do not see anywhere where God’s love (of which…
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Listen to Christmas
When I was little, Christmas was always an exciting time. Would it snow? We watched the sky expectantly. The family would go to Midnight Mass. One year, when I was ten, it snowed – big, popcorn flakes floating down. There was no wind, just the pristine hush in the midnight. The stained-glass windows glowed in the church beyond. It was magical. This Christmas, that little girl lives on. The mystery, wonder and miracles that wrap themselves within Christmas are alive and well. God is near. The angelic heralds are within earshot if you will but pause. The joy that was poured into Earth is still tangible. Each moment is a…
