Fire Starters

“You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light…

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Low Tide Introspect

High tide waves glide ashore. The foamy caress adds a kiss of salt to the sugar sand. Water and pristine beach glimmer together in sunbathed glory. Breezes carry the fresh hint of brine, a lovely scent for visitors to carry home in their hair. As the weary sun droops, visitors retreat…

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Listening for Thunder

I grew up among whispering live oaks and pines. I scampered with other kids into the woods or frolicked with them among the tree cluster in our yard. When no one else could play, I climbed into my favorite oak and imagined myself queen of a living castle. In my tropical state, I…

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Gotta Love Florida

A Florida sunset blazes across the horizon--our effortless version of the summer campfire. Temperatures hover near ninety degrees, and customer traffic doubled at the neighborhood pool store. Yesterday's evening breeze swept away the last remnants of spring. While Midwest residents continue salting icy walkways, we're dipping our toes into the next season.…

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What color is hope?

Sunshine honeys the rain-washed oaks. Clover patches huddle among blades of rye grass. The breeze whirls across varied shades of green, stirring the earth to behold the infinite blue marvel overhead. Jasmine blooms near the mailbox, drawing brilliant hummingbirds to visit my lawn. I search the landscape, but fail to pinpoint…

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Delightful Gifts

"God shines forth. Our God comes and will not be silent...He summons the heavens above,and the earth, that he may judge his people...'Sacrifice thank offerings to God,fulfill your vows to the Most High,and call on me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you will honor me.'" -…

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Blooming Season

Several months ago, I discussed a certain tree with my son. Thin clusters of leaves struggled for air between clumps of moss. "Did it even bloom this spring?" "I don't think so." "Hope there's nothing wrong with it. I love the spray of tiny flowers across the lawn when it blooms."…

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He is with me.

Light dribbles through the oak canopies to anoint my hair. I stroll through the neighborhood's heady jasmine fragrance, holding my chin high. My cheek-straining grin is not aimed at that magnificent evening sky. My eyes do not sparkle in awe of coral-striped cirrus or the swallows' aerial ballet.HE is with me. His…

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Even the sparrow has found a home,    and the

Even the sparrow has found a home,    and the swallow a nest for herself,    where she may have her young—a place near your altar,    Lord Almighty, my King and my God. Blessed are those who dwell in your house;    they are ever praising you.-Psalm 84:3-4 All its wealthy heirs long gone, the vacant chateau welcomed passers-through. Despite caretakers' attempts…

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Stronger than the Mountain

I squinted at step number three hundred, wavering before me. Staking my right foot in place, I gripped the rail and heaved myself onward. My lungs strained to draw themselves full, but drank the air as if sucking ocean water through a straw to quench a thirst. I clutched my swimming…

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