Ode to summertime

It’s summertime and the forecast is the same day after day humidity heat rain repeat It’s summertime lawns are green from the rains but I am wilted from the heat humidity in my soul moisture clings and streaks down our windows like it steams my lenses thick blurs humidity heat rain repeat It threatens to steal energy and will It threatens to rob desire and creative pursuits Am I battling...

Everyone worships something

Once a year we have our Sunday worship gathering in a park. It’s intentional though started by necessity. It began by needing to vacate our building that shelters a maximum of 100 men for at least six hours while the electricity was turned off to install a generator. The generator is needed in the event of power loss from a hurricane. (Since hurricane season is one of our two seasons...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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!...

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...

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...

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...