Tag: Psalms

  • Quintessential Light Show

    No crowds  . . . No noise . . . No charge . . . A quintessential Aurora borealis display ushered in the Last Frontier New Year.  A friend of mine in Palmer, Alaska sent me this picture. Reason #1,001 to call the Greatland home 😊 “O give thanks to the Lord, for He is…

  • Open Gates

    Every individual is a divinely designed, one-of-a-kind creation. We each enjoy living life at a certain, custom designed pace. From methodical, planned-out steps, to spur-of-the-moment, impulsive leaps, each tends to regard the other’s life modus operandi as a bit strange. Either way, it’s the stuff which makes life an exciting adventure to be shared .…

  • Happy Place

    Each of us has our special ‘Happy Place’ where our soul is most at peace. For some it’s walking along a beach, feeling the warm sand beneath your feet, listening to the surf’s rhythmic beat. For others, it’s being immersed in a city’s bright lights, activities and cacophony of sounds . . . never quiet…

  • Red Dawn

    The 1984 movie Red Dawn portrays a group of teenagers banding together to defend their town and country from an invasion feared as the dawn of World War III. Entertaining, far-fetched cinema back then, still serves as an ominous warning in today’s contentious world. Today’s sunrise was a Red Dawn of a more peaceful genre,…

  • Glimpsing Eternity

    Sitting in my Abba’s lap at sunset atop Clingmans Dome, 6,643 ft. up in the Great Smoky Mountains, my soul glimpsed eternity. I M Blessed . . . May U B 2 “Splendor and majesty are before Him; strength and joy are in His dwelling place.” Psalm 93:1 Keep Looking Up . . . His…

  • Soul Restoration

    My Creator placed a lone Mallard, on waters tinged gold in the sunset, to restore my soul tonight. “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me besides the still waters. He restoreth my soul.” – Psalm 23:1-3 I M Blessed . .…

  • River Walk

    Today’s wilderness wander found me hiking the Matanuska River Valley. Carving its path over millennia between snow-laden peaks of the Chugach and Talkeetna Ranges, it’s birthed 25 miles upstream in the Matanuska Glacier. Freezing temps have restricted glacier melt dropping the river’s level dramatically. Summer’s silt-gray turbid flow has been transformed to winter’s clear blue-green…

  • Glory!

    This picture was why I stood, transfixed in total awe, out on our deck at 1 AM this morning . . . the majestic Land of the Midnight Sun. I M Blessed . . . May U B 2                                  …

  • Wilderness Chronicles

    A spruce hen and her chick perched safely above me . . . fresh imprints revealing a predator/prey pursuit . . . last fall’s bull moose antler scrapes . . . each a page in Mother Nature’s cycle of life that graced today’s wilderness wanderings. “For every creature of the forest is mine, and the…

  • Contentedly Rich and Breathless

    Socrates once wrote, “He is richest who is content with the least, for content is the wealth of nature“. Centuries later someone penned, “Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away”. This morning His creationscape left my soul content . . rich .…