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nelsa3I got up a little extra early this morning, and ventured out to the deck with my cup of coffee and enjoyed the sights and sounds.  There are times when I’m a bit oblivious to all the beautiful details that surround, but this morning, I felt as though I was in a beautiful surround sound and sight symphony.

nelsa10The emerging pink on the mimosa tree was beautiful, and the intricacy of the detail never ceases to amaze me.These whimsical blooms are so unique and made me wonder if Mr. Theodore Geisel  (Dr. Seuss) had a mimosa tree or two which served as inspiration for some of his illustrations.  Pretty soon, the tree will be covered with pink and will draw butterflies and hummingbirds and bees…and more….

nelsa2…sweet little red-breasted blue birds.  This little one looked like he was a little reluctant to be an early riser.  I so know how that feels.

nelsa5The purple pansy, on the other hand, seemed to stand straight and tall in full allegiance.


A little mourning dove tried out the bird feeder that I made this weekend.  She cooed and cooed again and again and tested the balance of the feeder, all the while remaining calm as can be. Her coo was in great contrast to the chirp chirp chirp of the loud bird that has overtaken our birdhouse, and both were so different from the melodic tune of the blue bird. Love that they all have their own little song, and sing it with gusto.  Would that we would do the same.

nelsa20The mourning dove then flew to a branch.  Check out her fancy red feet!  Who knew?!  (I’m sure lots of people know, but I sure didn’t know that they had bright red feet!…Love that!)


I don’t know about you, but there are times when  just seeing the amazing design of life all around encourages me to the core.   It encourages me because I so believe that the “Designer”, well, He knows what He’s doing.  With birds.  With trees, with me.  With provision.  For the day.  Provision with sunlight and air and bird seed and beauty.  With the things we need and the wants we have.  There’s provision.  There’s a new day to see what’s ahead.  We can be inspired to have fancy feet like the mourning dove and whimsical blooms like the  pink mimosa. And take a look at the dove…there’s shimmery pink on her feathers that’s so beautiful.  (Pink cheeks and red feet…love it.) We can perch ourselves in our day and observe a bit and be thankful, and rise knowing that God’s got this.  He’s got us.  He loves us….and the details in the surround sound tell ( dare I say, yell!) of His glory.  May we have ears to hear, and hearts to sing out in our own little way.

Blessings ~


“In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice;
in the morning I lay my requests before you
and wait expectantly.”

Psalm 5:3





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Wordless Wednesday

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I love the early morning drive to work

In between leaving a busy home and arriving at a busy school, there’s ….quiet.

And after a few minutes of driving, the above photo is often what I see…the sun just over the horizon.

Talk about a glimmer of hope!  It’s a great visual for the possibilities of a new day.

And every morning, I’m so aware that every day is a Gift from the Giver of all Good things.

Here’s to honoring Him in the busy-ness and in the quiet.

Here’s to inviting the Light of the World to shine in our world…to bathe us with Light and Life and Hope.

Here’s to finding joy in the journey even when it’s an ordinary little trek to work or the store or an appointment.

Yep, here’s to lifting our eyes, our hearts, our voices, to the One who will give ear to our words if we would but offer them up to Him.

 “Give ear to my words, O Lord, consider my meditation.

Hearken unto the voice of my cry, my King, and my God: for unto thee will I pray.

 My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, O Lord; in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up”

Psalm 5: 1-3.

dawn's early light

So worth getting up early this morning to see

‘Dawn’s early light’………

July 4th, 2014


Just some thoughts on beginnings…

Winter white branches of the birch
appear barren, naked, stripped
during the dormant period of winter
But a closer look brings hope,
for left on the bare branches are
seeds and all the potential that lies within.

So it is often with beginnings
They are preceded by difficult endings
where we may feel bare, stripped, naked.
But somehow,even in the dormant period of loss,
there is unseen potential
Unseen, untapped, just waiting for the right moment in time
to burst forth and grow

Hope gives eyes to see beyond the barrenness
to the seeds
Beyond the endings
to the beginnings.
Beyond the Winter
to the Spring

new day

Thankful for the gift, the lavish gift and beauty, of a new day.

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Morning Drive

“My voice shalt thou hear in the morning as I direct my prayer unto thee I will look up.”
Psalm 5:3


Sometimes we find beauty in unexpected places. Love that.

Eye of the Beholder

Bathed in morning light
this place often bathed in tears
Light breathes hope into life’s darkest hours
Beauty lives in the eye of the beholder
In the light of the truth they embrace
For what is seen
is so very often
the intangible, the unseen,
the beauty that breathes from within
to see that which is ‘without’
the beauty that inspires and sees
and allows one to relinquish,
to forgive, to heal, to move on,
as grief gives way to peace
like the sun slowly rising over the horizon,
darkness gives way to

Photo taken at Beaver Dam Baptist Church Cemetery, October 5, 2013

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