Good Morning

This post, from my archives, spoke to me this morning……..












I stood still, looking out the window as the sun burned off the foggy haze laying low on the fields.

There is a certain serenity, a peace, in a scene such as this.

The day is new, and as of yet, untouched.

Taking in the quiet stillness of the morning, feeling the slight coolness in the air.

Knowing that the heat of summer will be, but a memory in another short month.

I’m thankful.

Thankful to be here…at this place….in this time. For whatever reason God has chosen.

May I be worthy of the precious time that I’ve been given.
For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance for the Jews will arise from another place, but you and your father’s family will perish. And who knows but that you have come to royal position for such a time as this?”  Esther 4:14  NIV


He Meets Me In The Quiet Places

On many days, God meets me in the quiet places.

When the sun hangs low in the sky, and the shadows run long.

The evening quiet settles over the last of the light, that is slowly turning to night.

I slow down. I breathe it all in. I take in each detail.

I whisper a holy thank you….because God can be worshiped right there in the back yard.

This peaceful time of day… God and I share together.


















































Hot Tea and Old Movies

I think I am getting sick. Coughing. Chest congestion. Bummer. I really do not have the time or inclination to be sick. Mind over matter, right?

Life is sometimes that way. Just as I’m plowing through, getting things done on the list, trying to get ahead….boom… I’m sick and tired. And sick of being tired. Sigh.

I think that for today I’m turning off. Tuning out. Resting.

I might make myself a hot drink, wrap up in a blanket and watch old movies, like Steel Magnolias (which I just found on NetFlix).


“Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. “Take My yoke upon you, and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart; and you shall find rest for your souls. “For My yoke is easy, and My load is light.”   Matthew 11:28-30 

Hear His Voice

We are so used to the cacophony of our busy days that….

quiet can leave us uneasy.


Don’t be scared of the silence.

Sometimes the Creator of the universe comes to us in the quiet.

He whispers in the gaps of the every day.

We need to be still so we can hear His voice.



He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.  Psalm 91:1 

Quiet Has Never Sounded So Good

It is half past four in the afternoon. The sunlight is mellowing  into a golden glaze, with only a few short hours left, until twilight. A time when light loosens it grip on the day, as it slides into night. There is something about this time of day that settles me. Most of my busyness is done, by this point. This time, for me, brings questions of what’s for dinner? I don’t mind being in the kitchen. The paint on the walls of my kitchen and dining room is at its most beautiful during this time of the day. I knew when I picked the soft yellow, called Evening Glow, that it would be perfect.

After dinner, I’ll take a walk around the property. I’ll check out my flowers that are budding, feed my chickens a snack of meal worms and watch them scratch the ground in a frenzy. I’ll go talk with Jazz, the horse, and ask her about her day. Although I am not a horse whisperer, I am becoming more fluent in horse.

The evening is a time to decompress from the fast pace of the day. A time to breathe slowly, to admire fully, and dream big. The rush has slowed to a crawl and the quiet has never sounded so good.

He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;
    I will be exalted among the nations,
    I will be exalted in the earth.”  Psalm 46:10 NIV











Being Still

I think I might go outside for a walk this afternoon, around the yard and down the dusty road, finding the quiet place…where I can slow down.

I crave quiet. The chance to think. An opportunity to evaluate.      

Are you anything like me? This world we live in, pulls at me. I am tugged by the minutes and hours. Chores to do, lessons to check, a blog to write, mail to read, a house to clean, a family life to participate in, problems to solve. The days start early and end late….and I get tired. So very tired and… soul weary.

How many times do I attempt to squeeze in my thanks, my prayer, my walk with God. The One who deserves my time most, and yet I find myself rushing through the day…out of breath, out of sorts, and out of relationship.

Being still is in order.

Slowing down with purpose.

Seeing my life for what it really is… not a sprint, where I am constantly out of breath and out of my mind. It should be, needs to be, more of a leisurely stroll,  stopping to appreciate all there is…

because of all HE is.

He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;
   I will be exalted among the nations,
   I will be exalted in the earth.” Psalm 46:10  NIV


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A Winter Afternoon










The road that leads to home…










to places familiar…











In the quiet stillness…











the beating of wings…










The sound of geese splashing…










in the winter lake across the road.


May you, my readers, have a peaceful Saturday observing the simple beauty of a winter’s afternoon.

Now may the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times and in every way. The Lord be with all of you. 2 Thessalonians 3:16  NIV

A Quiet Evening At Home

There is so much to see

When I take the time to really look.

Father, help me to walk through life

with my eyes wide open.



For all things great

and small.

Welcome The Weekend

Saturdays are for walks and wandering.  Wondering and pondering.

Quiet days in the midst of a busy life.  

I have stilled and quieted my soul.  Psalm 131:2

Noises Of The Every Day


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It is in the quiet when I hear His voice.

The TV blares the day’s latest news.

The kids are talking.

The phone rings.

I hear my husband’s voice as he answers a call.

The dishwasher hums.

My computer keys click.

Music plays.

The dogs bark.

I live in a cacophony of noises.

Noises of the every day. Noises of urgency. Noises of my life.

My soul realizes that something is missing.  I long for the quiet peace that comes from just being in His presence.

Just being with Him, the One who created me, and knows me most intimately.

I come to be renewed. Rejuvenated. Cleansed.

I sit at His feet and listen.