I’ll probably delete this in the morning.
I’ve seen a lot of pumpkins
Warm colors on a rack
But never have I seen one
Dressed in shiny black
I’ve seen a lot of pumpkins
But goodness, golly gee,
I never thought I’d see one
Looking back at me
I’ve seen a lot of blog posts
Deleted one by one
But never have I seen them
Rise up, walk and run.
Rejoice, red leaf!
You’ve landed well.
Was it scary letting go?
What did you see on the way down?
I’m prepared to love your story.
Tell it.
I’m also prepared to delete this in the morning.
More quotes to ponder…
When I rise up
let me rise up joyful
like a bird.
When I fall,
let me fall without regret
like a leaf.
Wendell Berry
The summer has been splendid,
but it has lasted long enough.
This morning, I viewed the falling leaves
with cheerfulness.
A.A. Milne
Don’t ever imagine that anything is too small to pray about.
If it concerns you, it concerns God.
Elisabeth Elliot
O bed! O bed! O delicious bed!
That heaven on earth to weary head!
Thomas Hood
I wonder many times that a child of God
should ever have a sad heart,
considering what their Lord
is preparing for them.
Samuel Rutherford
O blog! O blog! O deleting blog! …in the morning
The grass withers,
The flower fades…
But the word of our God
Stands forever.
Isaiah 40:8
Perhaps that’s what we should ponder when autumn comes to carry summer away. There is an ache in the senescence of the garden, but it was never meant to last forever.
God’s word is a flower that never fades. It is a green grass that never withers. Such is our hope.
I’ll probably delete this senescent post in the morning.
The four of them had been friends since they were little girls: Olivia, Diane, Sally and Mabel. They grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same schools, and hung out together in between times. Now they were in their mid 20’s, out of college, and still living in the same city so they tried to get together at least once a month to keep in touch. And oh, the times they had – “gossip sessions,” they called it. No topic was off limits and a thought, once brought to mind, was instantly expressed. They wanted to stay “real” with each other. They complained to each other about their husbands or boyfriends, or about men in general. They raged about politics. They couldn’t wait to tell the scandalous secrets they’d heard about mutual friends, and if they didn’t know any secrets, they speculated based on very little information. Their fears and anxieties were brought out, examined and magnified. If one of them had cause to express a sense of possible guilt about anything, the others would rush in to justify her and stamp out those kinds of impulses. It was all quite satisfying.
And then one day, Olivia changed. They met for one of their usual gossip sessions and Diane took the lead.
Continue reading “Friday, September 19, 2025 Four Friends”Hello friends. The tiny art experiment continues.
Continue reading “Wednesday, September 17, 2025 The Workshop: Tiny Art with Heart”I’ve been going through a dry spell with my own writing, but I can still share things that others have written or said that are worth note. Take heed and be of good cheer, friends.
“All the paths of the Lord are lovingkindness.” Psalm 25:1
So your path with its unexplained sorrow, and mine with its unexplained sharp flints and briers, and both with their unexpected perplexity of guidance, their sheer mystery, are just lovingkindness, nothing else.
Amy Carmichael
Glory is the weighty goodness of a thing being and doing what it was made by God to be and do.
Brian Sauve, Haunted Cosmos p. 173
Prayer is the surest remedy against the devil and besetting sin. That sin will never stand firm which is heartily prayed against.
J.C. Ryle
It’s not the load that breaks you down.
It’s the way you carry it.
C.S. Lewis
And in honor of Charlie Kirk:
When you stop having a human connection with someone you disagree with, it becomes a lot easier to want to commit violence against that group. What we as a culture have to get back to is being able to have reasonable disagreement where violence is not an option.
You can tell a lot about a man based on the enemies you earn.
I want to be remembered for the courage of my faith.
Charlie Kirk
That’s the way I’ll remember him. Rest in peace, my brother in Christ.
I’ll probably delete this in the morning…
Have you been hankering for a harvest of quotes to put in your vase? Here ya go!
If you look to the world, you’ll be distressed,
If you look within, you’ll be depressed,
If you look to God, you’ll be at rest.
Corrie Ten Boom
That’s a keeper, isn’t it?
An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered.
An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered.
GK Chesterton
Think about that the next time you have a flat tire.
We need to hear the gospel every day
because we forget it every day.
Martin Luther
Amen to that!
ChatGPT creates the illusion of intelligent thought,
but there’s actually nothing going on under the hood.
Grace Snell, World Magazine August 2025
Don’t forget that.
Instructions for living a life:
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.
Mary Oliver
Too simple? Give it a try!
This post wasn’t astonishing enough, so it will probably get deleted in the morning.
Monday!
I’m tempted to leave it at that and have you all wondering…what about Monday? What does she mean? Is there some hidden depth there?
Alas, no hidden depths. But it could be that there’s a poem lurking in there somewhere. Let’s see if I can find it.
Look at Monday, just look at it!
What a plum assignment it has in the week,
Zipping along after Sunday rest and worship.
If April showers bring May flowers,
Then Sunday rest brings Monday zest.
It’s Monday!
Start the day with prayer,
Read the Scriptures with renewed vigor,
Catch up on last week’s to-do’s that didn’t get to-done,
Make those dreaded phone calls to set up appointments,
Do some stretches, yes, the ones you used to do daily,
Reach high, dig deep,
Forget what lies behind, reach forward to what lies ahead…
Don’t forget to cut some Monday flowers,
And put ‘em in a Monday vase.
Ah, Monday!
(If you wonder why I use exclamation marks so much, you should listen to me talk. Then you’d get it.)
And with that, this Monday post heads to the Tuesday morning queue of deleting.
The first glimpses of fall weather have come: a slight chill in the air, the buzz saw sounds of the cicadas, a few green leaves giving way to red, flowers starting to say farewell… The glory of summer must now defer to the glory of autumn.
On that note, here are a few quotes for you to read and savor:
Faith may dance because Christ sings;
and we may come in the choir
and lift our hoarse and rough voices,
and chirp and sing,
and shout for joy with our Lord Jesus.
Samuel Rutherford
Often, the sweeter the first fruit of a habit,
the more bitter are its later fruits.
Frederic Bastiat, French Economist
How many things have I that others lack?
Can I bring my heart into a quiet, contented frame
to lack what others have?
Jeremiah Burroughs
The way God creates unity
is by making everyone different.
Daniel Ralph
The lesson for fathers (and mothers):
Be the smile of God to your children.
Joe Rigney
Lord, deliver me from the urge to open my mouth
when I should shut it.
Elisabeth Elliot
Enjoy these beautiful days, friends.
I’ll probably say farewell to this post in the morning.
Sometimes I start a blog post without much of a plan. Those of you who read this regularly are not surprised. I like the challenge of starting with nothing and hoping that something emerges. So here’s what I’ve got today: two photos that have been lurking in my smallified photos file for a few months.
The “little fisherman” is my dad, with his dad behind him. It’s a lovely photo, isn’t it? Toddler Dad looks adorable with his hat and his pudgy little face. Instead of a life jacket, he appears to have some sort of safety cord attached to his clothing, doesn’t he? What I’m really struck by though is the strength and focus of the man behind him. That’s the look of a father who knows how to keep his son safe out there in the boat. We should all remember this, that we have a Father who knows how to keep us afloat and safe.
And that little cutie is me, another little fisherman (fishergirl?) out in the boat. You can’t see him, but I am no doubt under the protection of my father, no longer a toddler, but now the one who kept me safe in the boat. Times have changed (I’m at least wearing a life jacket!), but the job of a father has not.
I’ll probably fish or cut bait on this in the morning.
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