“We cannot look at the sun, for it shines brightly in the sky when the wind clears away the clouds. So also, golden splendor comes from the mountain of God. He is clothed in dazzling splendor.” – Job
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18% of Americans deal with one or more disabilities. Understanding is the key to their freedom. So, I offer this...
Hi, there! In the past I’ve posted thousands of bird portraits and snapshots – but not all I’ve captured. You can check them out in my 5 bird galleries on the menu and my monthly blog posts at the bottom of each page.
After the recent devastation caused by hurricane Helene I started looking at some raw data on the NOAA website. I decided to download 100 years of data, put into a spreadsheet, then extrapolate the information. What I found was very interesting so I thought I'd share some of that data with you.
The tragic events of yesterday – a 14 year old boy shot and killed 4 people at his high school...
From time to time when the “spirit” moves I’m inclined to put pen to paper. What follows is the result...
Hi, there! In the past I’ve posted thousands of bird portraits and snapshots – but not all I’ve captured. You...
Can I insert a little levity. I think I can use a little. How about you? Wing us a song...
As a Christian people we have forgotten, or never really understood, the art of lament. So here are my thoughts....
Two lonely monarchs,Each sitting on their throne,Both trying desperately,To buy up every vote. Here a promise,There a promise,Do words really...
Kathleen and I walk early in the morning. Since school started we've been walking past high schoolers waiting for their bus. In one of the small groups standing at a corner we noticed five girls. One standing by herself and a group of the other four.
A favorite song of mine is Flawless by MercyMe. I'll share the lyrics below. I always enjoy seeing a newly emerged butterfly from its cocoon. In essence they are "flawless." Not a mark on them. Such was the case today as I saw this tiger swallowtail blow through our garden.
Looking through my window pane,Is it just me, or has the world gone insane,A canvas painted with hues of gray,Where...
He bore my pain, my crimson stain,A sacrifice of love divine.Upon the cross, He felt my shame,And drank the bitter...
Hi, there! In the past I’ve posted thousands of bird portraits and snapshots each month – but not all I’ve...
𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧,𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞,𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬,𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐭, 𝐒𝐨𝐧. 𝐍𝐨...
In between the sporadic bird activity yesterday, I was glancing down at the river rock in our hardscape and noticed a tiny fossil inside a golf ball sized rock that was split in two. I began to ponder for a moment, then came this...
