I have always worried about disappointing others, but thankfully I have not feared disappointing God.  I desire to give the Lord my best and to be wise and apt in my navigation of life. 

I would love to always say the thing that helps another person in his or her specific situation.  I want to be f...

Years ago, I had a little knitting business with my mother and my sister.  Bumberschnerds were the scarves we knit….occasionally we added hats into the mix.  We’d knit little metal “B”s into each piece and sell them to a local snowboard shop and a small boutique.  We were quite the rage.  

At one p...

Holy fire of steadfast love,
burn away all the crusty shell
‘til melted and molten
I rise up with a heart
of liquid gold and, like you,
emanate light and love
to all the dark
and shadowed broken places.

Liz McFadzean

“You’re here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world.  God is not a secret...

Usually when I read, “Your faithfulness is great to the clouds” in Psalm 57:10, my mind pictures the immense vastness of God’s steadfast love.  After all, the sky is limitless, infinite. Is God’s faithfulness limited?  The sky’s vastness says an adamant, “No.”

However, unlike the vast reaches of th...

Your heart is on my fingertip
faint as a soft kiss on the lips

a presentation of carmine
the semblance of a valentine

a bleeding heart, it is so small
that no one notices at all

but love’s a mark so permanent
it is affection seized, then spent

never squandered, given lightly
the size belies feelings mi...

Tripping up the path
  of a morning moon
toes twinkling on
  bars of lunar light
the silver orb setting
  as the sky lightens
in a race to see
  if it disappears
below the surface
  or simply fades
in the pale light of dawn 
  washed grey, then pink
then gone altogether
  sinking like Peter
when he moves his eyes...

How do I feel about time, really?  Am I working with it or against it.  I’ve had time anxiety during seasons of my life, particularly when my son was a young tween/teen.  He was certainly independent enough that I could go off and leave him, but in my heart I was comfortable for only for so long.  I...

Old goats flank a roaring blaze
    in a fireplace of mottled stone;
they lower their heads and gaze
    through fossil eyes with thoughts
as old as the inland sea that once
    covered their bedrock home.

My grandmother came to Banff
    in the mid-twentieth century, spending
her widow’s mite to see the ...

So far north, the winter sun is
   only just cresting by midmorning
moving to its apogee just barely
   clearing the mountaintop
the ever-changing wash of gold
   slashing across white snow

low it stays and stays and stays
    blowing snow descends, shrouding
the summit, the sun drops down
   dipping us in...

As the plane pulls away from the gate, I am filled with a mixture of terror and exhilaration.  I love the idea of going somewhere new, but I live in the gap between the is and the ought.  I ought to be excited, but to embrace the excitement, I have to give up control, give up knowing that all will b...