It Is Well

I went back to the Emigrant Wilderness for a 6 night/7day backpacking trip. It was like I’d never been there before. Of course, I remembered some of the trails and the lakes. They’re unforgettable. What I mean is that I was in awe every day. That kind of majestic beauty is not something one could…

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Still Waters

When my friend, Monica Yother, built this site, each element of it, the way the homepage was laid out, the font and colors, and the photos she used, meant something to me. They still do. One of my favorites was the footer photo which she called living waters. The photo was a body of water…

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The Stones Cry Out

Last week, when I told my Zoom friends I was backpacking over the weekend, one of them asked if I’d heard of forest bathing. She was surprised I hadn’t. But I’ve been forest bathing since I was a girl. According to an article in Time by Dr. Qing Li, trees can help us be healthier…

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Resilient

It’s called the grape of the south for good reason. Muscadine is the only grape variety that can grow in the hot and humid climate of the southern United States. Four years ago I wrote about the muscadine vine Daddy planted taking over a nearby pear tree. Since then, we’ve had to cut the vines…

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Broken

Every year we go to the beach to gather with friends and family. One of our favorite things is to look for shells. The shells that catch my eye are the broken pieces, like these. The ones broken so long and tumbled around in the ocean so much that their edges are smoothed out and…

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The Wilderness

My trip in the wilderness was…….well I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves. There’s something about being surrounded by grandeur, and walking among the majesty….the tangible displays of the invisible attributes of God (Romans 1:20). There’s something about hearing the rolling thunder in the mountains, getting caught in a hailstorm, and being with others who…

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Held Together

It’s been too long since my last Beauty Break. Oh, but I’ve noticed the beauty around me. It’s more essential now than ever. Maybe because I’m older, and hopefully wiser. Maybe because of what’s happening in the world, or because I’m more aware of the pain and suffering of others. Whatever the reason, I know…

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Bud and Bloom

In these strange days, we tend to forget to see the beauty around us. But it’s there….even on a rainy, gray morning. The pink blossoms on our dogwood tree help me remember. Remind me to take heart and take delight. Thank you, Father, for buds and blooms. The forms of these flowersare the intentional designsof…

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It Is Enough

The trails beckoned me to them yesterday and I couldn’t help but stop a few times and take in the beauty. The view was more important than my pace. It was good for my body and soul. I can’t remember how I found this poet, but I’m thankful I did. He has a way with…

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High Cotton

The corn is harvested and the hay is baled. The dried up corn stalks are tied to lamp posts downtown on Main Street and the square hay bales line the sides of a trailer for a hayride. Scarecrows and Jack-o-lanterns greet the shoppers as they stroll along the brick sidewalks. But the cotton hasn’t been…

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