I’m writing about seasons. I’m writing about ghosts. This is the first in a series. Indian Summer Saturday blossomed on our farm hilltop. Gold flickered up from the bristling corn stalks. They crackled and shimmered in the breeze. It was a glorious day. We were working. The barn was dreary and dusty. We had to … Continue reading Seasons: FALL
I get crazy notions sometimes. Well, maybe I get crazy notions all the time. My Type A mind buzzes with ideas saner folks would shoot down. For example, what 63 year old hops a plane to fly more than 1,000 miles to open her barn doors and start loading her old truck with furniture and … Continue reading Flea Market
I’m messy. I’m tired. I’m grateful. I’m done. As I painted my daughter’s room, I started getting depressed. - Why am I covering up my kid’s life? - Just because clouds and glowing stars are scratched and marred, does that mean I have to clean it up? I sighed. Help me out, God. “Be grateful.” … Continue reading Pause to Paint: I’m done!
w My face is speckled. My hands are cramping. Why do I put myself through this? Dip the brush. Drag the paint line. Roller the space. Repeat. This...is my life. I’m not done yet. But wait! There is hope! If God can help Joshua, how can I doubt Him in this painting project? He will … Continue reading Painting Pause: Day Three
"Be angry and yet do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your anger, and do not give the devil and opportunity." ~Ephesians 4:26-27 I blew it big time yesterday. Yikes! It was even Sunday, the day of rest! I should have reminded my temper to take a break, too. We Type … Continue reading Letting Go of Anger