Did you know that Zinnias have flowers within the flower? See the inner circle of yellow flowers? God is a creative Creator. Yet, too often we fail to see the blessing in the hardship, the beauty in the pain, or a more precious gift within our joy. Gardening keeps me in awe of my Creator. I purposely disconnect from electronics (music, ra
Did you know that Zinnias have flowers within the flower? See the inner circle of yellow flowers? God is a creative Creator. Yet, too often we fail to see the blessing in the hardship, the beauty in the pain, or a more precious gift within our joy. Gardening keeps me in awe of my Creator. I purposely disconnect from electronics (music, radio, podcasts) while in the garden so I can listen for God's voice as we work the soil.
Life began in a garden. So it seems only natural that God likes to hang out there. As I work the soil with my hands, He works the soil of my heart.
Minnesota is home for me. You might have heard that Montana is where God lives. Well, I can’t confirm nor deny that. But Minnesota is where He works! Every season is an OCD masterpiece. And Minnesotans are a bit OCD enthusiastic about their seasons. When someone in 1886 said our winters were inhabitable, we threw a party – outside – in th
Minnesota is home for me. You might have heard that Montana is where God lives. Well, I can’t confirm nor deny that. But Minnesota is where He works! Every season is an OCD masterpiece. And Minnesotans are a bit OCD enthusiastic about their seasons. When someone in 1886 said our winters were inhabitable, we threw a party – outside – in the middle of winter! Thus the Saint Paul Winter Carnival was born. You might have heard that we are the ‘Land of over 10,000 lakes.’ Well, that is not accurate. We have over 14,000 lakes that are over ten acres. Plus another 110,00 that didn’t quite ‘qualify’ by Minnesota standards. No brag - just facts.
My love affair with Lake Superior began years before my eyes beheld her beauty and charm. “By the shores of Gitchee Gumee. By the shining Big-Sea-Water.” I memorized The Song of Hiawatha by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow before I could read. Maybe being part Ojibwe contributes to my captivation with the North Shore. I have swam in her warmed
My love affair with Lake Superior began years before my eyes beheld her beauty and charm. “By the shores of Gitchee Gumee. By the shining Big-Sea-Water.” I memorized The Song of Hiawatha by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow before I could read. Maybe being part Ojibwe contributes to my captivation with the North Shore. I have swam in her warmed 55 degree waters, skipped rocks, climbed the boulders that line her shores, and hiked Duluth’s Park Point, the longest freshwater sandbar in the world. I remember the day the Edmund Fitzgerald went down in November 1975. After hundreds of visits, Gitchee Gumee still takes my breathe away.
Those who know the sport understand that fishing isn’t about catching. Conversations in a boat are not duplicated on shore. It doesn’t matter whether you are engaged in a rhythmic dance with a fly-rod or hypnotized by a bobber enticing a sunny or crappie or experience an adrenaline surge as a bass explodes from the reeds or feel the gentl
Those who know the sport understand that fishing isn’t about catching. Conversations in a boat are not duplicated on shore. It doesn’t matter whether you are engaged in a rhythmic dance with a fly-rod or hypnotized by a bobber enticing a sunny or crappie or experience an adrenaline surge as a bass explodes from the reeds or feel the gentle tug as a walleye sucks the bait and runs with it. Fishing is never about catching … unless you’re hungry.
Being in nature breathes new life into my spirit. It does not matter the season. And it does not matter the place. The wonders of creation declare the truth of Romans 1:20 so that we are "without excuse." It matters not whether it is just looking out my window, fishing on a lake, or walking in the forest. God's sense of humor in a squirre
Being in nature breathes new life into my spirit. It does not matter the season. And it does not matter the place. The wonders of creation declare the truth of Romans 1:20 so that we are "without excuse." It matters not whether it is just looking out my window, fishing on a lake, or walking in the forest. God's sense of humor in a squirrel's antics blends perfectly with the mountain's majesty. He has blessed us with so much variety that any landscape declares His glory.
Even as a little girl, I was constantly rescuing animals in distress: a bird from the frozen cattle’s water trough, a baby rabbit scorched while fleeing from a burning brush pile, a Scarlet Tanager with a broken wing, parakeets that escaped their owners, countless stay dogs and cats, a blind tame rabbit someone set free, or a calf with it
Even as a little girl, I was constantly rescuing animals in distress: a bird from the frozen cattle’s water trough, a baby rabbit scorched while fleeing from a burning brush pile, a Scarlet Tanager with a broken wing, parakeets that escaped their owners, countless stay dogs and cats, a blind tame rabbit someone set free, or a calf with its foot caught in barbed wire. One of my husband’s friends said I was the “stature of liberty for animals. Give her your tired, lost, and crippled. She will find a way.” They are all God’s creatures.
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