Finding Refuge in the Dale

Finding Refuge in the Dale

Just south of the taller trees blossoms the color of persimmons catch my eye while walking the winding path. My eyes widen with surprise after seeing the blooms that hung like white lanterns from leafed out branches.   As the raindrops descend it is tempting to...

Ping Pong with Pizzaz

Once upon a time we made up our own game of ping pong that was not sophisticated enough to earn the title of table tennis. Beginning with timid swats across the low net from green paddle to orange, the game quickly became more aggressive after warm-ups.   Who was it...
Finding Refuge in the Dale

Awed By God’s Tiny Gift

In my journey to the center I came upon a gift that drew me to pause, and then sit down and gaze upon it.   The design is simple and comely. A light green base color is splattered with varied configurations of brown speckles.   Two tiny holes are pecked on the same...

Identifying Jesus

Christians know that Jesus was identified in the post-resurrection appearances by the eating of the fish and the Breaking of the bread and even seeing his wounds.   This morning I see that Jesus was truly recognized in the illumination of   the times he’d had with his...
Finding Refuge in the Dale

Our Creator’s Unfaltering Presence

God loves you as many as ways light sparkles upon the waters. In the darkness I reflect upon the waters interplaying  with the sun, causing shimmering with sparkles of light. Seagulls squeal and dance, blessing fields and water and sipping from the abundant flow with...
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Holy Reflections

Did you notice the holy reflection of each thing in the universe?   Each plant, shrub, flower and tree, table, lamppost, and buildings small and tall.   When the sun is high detailing is exquisite all-inclusive replication!   So why should anyone dwell long in the...
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All of Creation Sings the Resurrection Song

While the stars still shone in the heavens, before the first crack of dawn, birds could be heard singing in the cemetery chirping their gratitude for another day. Small animals scurried about looking for breakfast in the shrubs of the garden.   Doing what they were...
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A Blessed Holy Week Encounter

Spotting the bent over woman dressed in layers of coats so thick he finds it hard to tell where she begins and the protective layers end.   Without thinking he takes the last three dollars from his wallet and places them in her weathered hands. She pauses from...