there’s this constant tension between what I find fascinating and what I believe is right. I love history, and the stories surrounding great battles are compelling, but I can’t begin to understand violence and the brutal events that play out when nations make war.
Life remains a study in contradictions. Life is good, it is difficult, it is hard, it is rewarding, it is challenging, it is inspiring, it is defeating, it is wonderful, it is frustrating, it is satisfying… it is all of these things and often at the same time.
t’s been raining a lot for the past couple of weeks, so I pulled out my new camera to capture the gentle light and some of the rich colors. Here are a few of the best images.
today I am posting a few photographs of the blooms beginning to come out in our garden. Flowers for the dead. Beauty for ashes. Hope for a better tomorrow. Poignant reminders of the rhythms of life.
Today’s random photos come from Uzbekistan, Dunn, Florida, Richmond, and Wake Forest. What they all have in common is that they make me smile.
what the flowers do is to stand like a visual promise that anything is possible, and everything planted in love will take root. They couldn’t have come at a better time.
the more I do understand the more the beauty and the complexity and the simplicity and the scope and the fine detail and the limitless possibility inherent in all that I am constantly learning leads me into God’s embrace.
I don’t care if you’re young or old, rich or poor, black or white or brown or in between, I don’t care if you live in a big house or on the street… at some point Jesus is going to say, ‘You feed them; you take care of one another; you love your neighbor.