Waters


Calm/Swift . . . Clear/Muddy . . . Turbulent/Tranquil . . . water is a metaphor of life.

Such were where my thoughts drifted on today’s wilderness wander pondering the day when, with those gone before me, I will forever contentedly wander beside the river of pure . . . clear as crystal “ waters. – Revelation 22:1

Calm before the Storm


Talkeetna Mountains – Chickaloon, Alaska

Were that life could be a continual mountaintop experience.  Reality is most is lived in the valleys where its been said you’re either in the midst of a storm, coming out of one, or one lies ahead on your journey.

But take heart . . . just as rainbows appear after the storm, each storm cloud will run out of rain, and calm will follow the fury.

He calms the storm, so that its waves are still”. -Psalm 107:29
Be Blessed and . . .
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Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!

Ethereal Mountain Mists


Six thousand feet ft. high among the Great Smoky Mountain cathedrals the immense magnificence of my Father’s canvases serenely consumed my infinitesimal smallness.

                                “O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is Your name in all the earth”. – Psalm 8:9

Klingman’s Dome – Great Smoky Mountains National Park

Wildflower Reminiscing


Woodland wanderings always envelop my soul with an inexplicable, comforting . . . I’m Home . . . peace. Perhaps it’s because this world is not my final home, and His creation reveals glimpses of my final forever Home.

In nearly 8 decades life’s journey has found me calling 8 states home . . . PA > NY > NC > CT > VT > MN > CO > AK > TN  > ??? . . . stay tuned 😊. Admittedly, I’m a nomadic gypsy of sorts.  However, in each ‘home’ I’ve been truly blessed to experience and enjoy the unique beauty and diversity of each area’s environment and its people.

Such were my thoughts along the trail yesterday, reminiscing about the beauty and joy of diversity of this world and humanity silently whispered by the glorious, distinctive blooms of Pennsylvania’s mountain laurels, Minnesota’s lady slippers, and Tennessee’s irises.

Headed for Home and richly blessed . . . May U B 2.

Teardrops and Raindrops


Creation’s Tears

Tears of joy, and those of sorrow

We know not which will fall tomorrow

Raindrops upon a flower’s bloom

Prompts dismissing teardrops’ gloom

Our tears of grief, and those of loss

Were all once shed upon a Cross

He knows our grief, our pain and sorrow

And saves each one to dry tomorrow

You know how troubled I am; You have kept a record of my tears” – Ps.56:8 GNB

He will wipe away all tears from their eyes. There will be no more death, no more grief or cry or pain”.  – Rev. 21:4 GNB