Wildflowers in Winter “I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” ― Lewis Carroll Today I was homesick for the wildflowers. My weather app said it was 7 degrees…
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An Acre ~ Gentle Moments With God Note: To understand the “but” in this verse, read James 3:14-16. But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, open to reason, full of mercy and good fruits, impartial and sincere. And a harvest of righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace. James 3:17-18 ESV Jon and I aren’t farmers, but we do have 35…
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A thought crossed my mind. “Touch her.” That sounded about as wise as starting a political argument on Facebook! But the thought came again, and I noticed it had a gentle feel to it.
I sat up, and she rose to sit beside me. After she wrapped her arms around me, she whispered, “I might question you sometimes, but I won’t doubt you again.”
Instead of sitting around, I went for a walk which is excellent medicine for me. As my steps lagged from the onslaught of thoughts that felt like taunts, I asked God to show me how to deal with the almost constant invisible presence of this earthly enemy.
I am the only child of a woman who remained single. While that is far more accepted these days, back in the 1930s, it was scandalous. Grandmother told me that when I was born, and my mother kept me, there was all sorts of disapproval. But she said in a gentle whisper, “Your mother and I could not bear the…
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I had a request to the Maker of Heaven and Earth – please Lord, not another yellow flower. Something new fresh would be so much better. I wanted a little variety.
And I am certain that God and I will accomplish His will for my life in the days He gives me.
I believe this truth like never before because cancer changes hearts and things.
Tears of delight gathered in my eyes because my Grandma Joy often called me Dearie. That sweet endearment took me right back to moments with her and to our love.
Recently, on one of these quiet wandering adventures, I did a lot of wondering. I have no idea where some of these thoughts and actions come from, but here they are.
I would love to write a flawless first draft, where every word on the page is beautiful, complete, and polished. The voice in my mind chuckles and says, “Dream on.” Sometimes people ask me how I get from an idea to a finished manuscript. Immediately I have the urge to sound super professional because I am a serious writer. There…
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