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Beauty Cheers the Heart

Beauty Cheers the Heart

Proverbs 17:22 says “A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.” White scenes of winter soothe me because I grew up in Minnesota and enjoyed a wonderful childhood full of love, play, and no worries. These days, I grieve for children who do not have the benefit of a fearless childhood. I wept watching the news of the school shooting in Florida. So, so tragic! More loss of innocent lives, so full of promise.  And when ordinary people become heroes and pay the ultimate price . . . we feel sympathy for their families and friends.  We see the funerals on the news. I pray for those who mourn everyone lost and injured. And what about the survivors? They’ll never be the same . . but for God’s grace and help. Below is a photograph...

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The God of Great and Small

The God of Great and Small

In a pottery and glass gift shop in the mountains of North Carolina, I came across a tiny piece of glass art and bought it. When I first saw it, I wondered how the artist managed to make something so tiny, about 1/4″ in size, yet with unique, distinctive parts. Its smallness is what made it special to me. I named her “Suzie the flea” because of the joy she gave me. I also saw she had a destiny to fulfill in God’s kingdom of love. Since then, she’s flown by airmail many thousands of miles across the country to bear witness to God’s creative love and favor. The recipients have sent her back to me after she’s lifted their hearts. Suzie represents to me persons who are “little” in God’s kingdom yet each one holds a dear place in His...

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The Gift of Free Hearts

The Gift of Free Hearts

Our hearts are like horses that run wherever they please, but when our hearts find God's heart, well, think of two horses running and frolicking on the beach. 

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Why I Love Poppies

Why I Love Poppies

Poppies became my favorite flower about twenty years ago while I was in Israel, on a Galilean hillside to be exact.  The memory of them found its way into my first novel God in Sandals when I described the lovely, divine scene of Jesus and His listeners as they heard the first Kingdom principles and promises we named The Sermon on the Mount. Ever since then the flower has been a symbol of God’s beauty, majesty, and intimate love to me. He delights to delight His beloveds with flowers. Extravagant, diverse, creatively glorious; and yet common.  He’s so romantic. I noticed a bed of tall poppies in Minnesota this month when I walked to my car in my sister’s front yard. Her next door neighbor’s waving poppies beckoned me to come and...

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Our Weakness Can Be Our Strength.

Our Weakness Can Be Our Strength.

My new writing project is stretching me out of my comfort zone but that’s good.  I think because the topic of my book is about deep devotion to Christ and the creative pursuit of God, which is the highest form of art that arises from our soul. My main problem is that an overwhelming amount of content wants a place in my book. It is like a tsunami of living water that I’m trying to tame into a peaceful brook. Yeah! Anyway, here’s a single quote that rose to the surface today:  “What comes into our minds when we think about God is the most important thing about us.” A. W. Tozer. While doing some research, I came across this artist, Paul Smith. He brings to life the meaning of this Scripture: “Therefore I take pleasure in...

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Treasures of Earth Don’t Compare to God’s Treasures

Treasures of Earth Don’t Compare to God’s Treasures

Last week I vacationed at the beach in South Carolina. Looking down from an eighth floor condo at the ocean, I noticed a guy with a metal detector on the shore looking for buried treasures. He stepped slowly, methodically swinging his contraption back and forth in front of him, his head cast downward, eyes fixed on the ground in front of him. Something inside me felt sorry for him. I wondered how much time and hope he put into his pursuit of beachcombing. All around him was a breathtaking, majestic scene–one I had driven hours in order to see and experience. Gazing out at the horizon made my soul soar. The sun rose in the morning sky of scattered clouds, casting a heavenly golden hue on everything; the sound of the steady waves pounded the shore, the gentle...

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