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What noise do you need to fight through to find peace?

It’s 8 a.m on a weekday when I go to our patio to soak up the morning sun. The palm trees barely move in the still air but sun is already warm on this February day. I take my iPad to read, still trying to recover from all manner of yuckiness with a sinus infection. I lean back in the lounge chair to the sounds of morning traffic on the other side of our privacy fence. I see the top of a semi transporting something, a garbage truck rumbles by and a motorcycle loudly speeds on, identified only by sound. The whir of morning commuters doesn’t stop. A lawn service...

Day 13 – Ordinary Beauty – Guest Photographer

I asked friend, and hobbyists photographer, Laura, to share some of the Ordinary Beauty she sees in her life. Laura lives in Atlanta, Georgia enjoys the outdoors. She’s someone who knows about grace and beauty and how sometimes it’s only through grace we see the beauty around us. I’m so happy for her to share with us here and I know you’ll enjoy her gift of beauty. And stop by her blog to view more of her photography and words. Her work is stunning. I had a chance to travel this summer. I went to London and Paris. I love Paris! The architecture and food are amazing! I love to...

Day 6 – Ordinary Beauty of Cornfields

Up and down the stretch of I-95, the highway that will take you from Miami to Maine, this stretch of road in our parts is lined with billboards about oranges and alligators. The road is straight and the terrain flat. Palm trees give way to pines but nary a cornfield will you see from this stretch of highway. But when we cross the state line into Georgia, the land off this busy interstate bears crops. Most I can’t identify but the corn stands tall and this one I know. It’s an ordinary site throughout our country. The true green in midsummer and the amber color of the stalks after the...

Day Three – Sunflowers

It’s amazing how lovely common things become, if one only knows how to look at them. LOUISA MAY ALCOTT, Marjorie’s Three Gifts It wasn’t a garden but a patch of dirt beside the asphalt parking lot. There they were, taller than my 5’4″ and showing off their beauty, reflecting the glory of their Maker. These yellow beauties seem rather ordinary in these parts.   They were mixed with other flowers but the sunflowers command attention. It’s boldness of color and height all seems to scream “look at ME!”...

A change of view

The words have been slow lately. It must be a time to absorb and refill what has been depleted. Our annual week in the North Carolina mountains was one of taking in the beauty of creation in its many forms including people. Lots of people. It has left me short of words and hoping, as Rod Steward sang, that  every picture tells the story. “What a wildly wonderful world, God! You made it all, with Wisdom at your side, made earth overflow with your wonderful creations.” Psalm 104:24 the Message   “O God, listen to me! Hear my prayer! 2 For wherever I am, though far away at the ends...

Spring Makeover…sort of

It would seem the transition from the livingingraceland URL to my name has been seamless. At least on this end. Please leave a comment if you’ve experienced any issues on your end. Now I’m looking for a fresh look for the home page so I’ll be trying out some different themes. Your feedback is most welcome as your view is the one I’m most interested in. With comments running rather low, let me emphasis this, please share some feedback if you find something particularly nice and especially if one is not it at all. In some ways it feels like I’m learning this blog thing all over again but there...

When spring is a reminder of God's promise

We’ve arrived in Augusta, GA for a week of meetings with our Organization. This place has spring. I know that sounds silly but South Florida is a place without seasons. I know its enviable to live in a place where temperatures in the 50’s signal winter, and those temperatures rarely last throughout the day. We love the beach, its natural beauty, its ever-changing color and motion that brings to mind waves of spiritual metaphors. How our feet sink into the sand, not finding it solid purchase to build on and remember the story of the foolish who build their lives on shifting foundations. No, even when the humidity brings that...

The day before

It is the day before. Before the stone chapel will be filled with men and women praising and praying, hearing and holding to a God that is both close and still not close enough. Before the schedule starts where there are meeting times posted and the have to’s of being places and trying to digest all the teaching that will be spilled out in an overflowing that can’t possibly be taken in like they expect us too. It’s the day before, when things are still quiet and the faces unknown. When we have breakfast at Clyde’s and pretend we’re locals then drive to the orchard where our gushing over all...

Just another beautiful beach morning

A late post meaning these pictures were taken this morning. The weather cleared the past couple of days and it was a busy day at the beach. The ocean was calm and clear. Perfect to be in the water. I found myself captivated by these boys skim boarding. They looked to be about 11 and were having a grand time. Particularly, the boy in the blue shirt. He took a run at it more often than the others not willing to wait for the ‘just right moment’. I hope you enjoy their spirit. youth and energy comes through the pictures. Enjoy! We love this place!...