Al the Colors of the Rainbow

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “ROY G. BIV.”

We have been asked to show the colors of the rainbow and it reminded me of this song we used to sing in elementary school.



Sun through the winter trees.


















Weekly Photo Challenge: Vivid

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Vivid.”

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Here is my take on vivid:


of a picture, memory, etc. : seeming like real life because it is very clear, bright, or detailed

: very bright in color

The Forever Space

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Linger.”

The Post has asked us to Tell us about times in which you linger — when you don’t want an event, or a day to end. What is it you love about these times? Why do you wish you could linger forever?

I love to linger in the place of prayer. To find that space where the troubles of the day just melt away in the sweet presence of Jesus, is to find life’s greatest treasure.


While all prayer must eventually lead to action, I think most of us act to quickly and pray to hesitantly. It is not until I have refreshed my harried soul that I can safely come out of the place of prayer and into the fray of ministry.

It is not just the unburdening of my soul that draws me to this place. It is not just that I can freely express myself without fear of judgment or retribution; It is that even as I speak, He answers. Prayer is not a monologue shouted into an empty universe. It is a dialogue framed in the intimate whispers of lovers.


I do not hesitate to leave the place of prayer out of fear of losing my space in line at the throne of God. Prayer is  an unending connection, a communion that always is and always shall be for the believer. It is the place in this world where we touch forever, where time and need are all washed away in the flow of the river of God. The thread of that tributary can be found in every moment and in every place. In one sense I never leave prayer or at least I am never more than a stone’s throw away. Yet even knowing I can always come back  I hesitate to step away from prayer because in that place I know forever and I understand grace in ways my time in this world makes me forget.


Weekly Photo Challenge: Enveloped

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Enveloped.”

The Daily Post has asked us…What does enveloped mean to you?

I suppose to be enveloped means to be covered over….


Like my daughter was covered over by my dog, Mercedes in this photo.  It reminds me of a song we used to sing a long time ago in church, ‘I am covered over with the robe of righteousness my Jesus gives to me….” I don’t know how righteous Mercedes is but she is a good dog and she is white.

I suppose to be enveloped could mean to be contained within something….


Like my daughter is contained in the arms of these two school chums.



Like the light of the sun is contained within the branches of this bush. If that is so then maybe to be enveloped is more perception than condition.

Weeping Over Geometry

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Land of Confusion.”

The Daily Post has asked us,

Which subject in school did you find impossible to master? Did math give you hives? Did English make you scream? Do tell!

I was a pretty good student throughout school. I was one of those kids who did his homework between periods. I studied while walking to school and still got A’s in everything. Then I met geometry and before long I realized that if I didn’t do something radical I could very possibly ruin all my chances at joining the Honor Society (yep I was that kid). So I studied (that didn’t help) and after squeaking through my first semester with a low C (which really alarmed my parents) I got a tutor. I made it through but determined that I would move away from higher math as quickly as I could.

Years later I was hired at a high school as a Special Needs paraprofessional. My mornings were given to a young man with many challenges. I just loved this part of my job and felt called to it by God. However the young man only stayed on half a day as he had a vocational placement in the afternoons. So the school opted to put me in a classroom as an instructional aid. Guess where I landed? You got it! Helping out in geometry class! I was terrified but then the teacher began handing out the lessons and strangely I got it! I guess that part of my brain finally turned on. So tenth graders don’t give up if you don’t get it just yet. You might just be waiting for a part of your brain to come on-line.

Forces Of Nature

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Forces of Nature.”

The Daily post has asked us to show the forces of nature from our little corner of the globe. Having just come through one of the worst winters ever in my life time here is my force of nature

I am so glad Spring is finally here!

A New Thing: Being On Time.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Beyond the Pale.”

The Daily Post asks, When was the last time you did something completely new and out of your element? How was it? Will you do it again?

I feel like life is constantly challenging me with new levels and opportunities for growth. I suppose that is a good thing. But I have to admit it is uncomfortable.

There are many things I am doing in new ways but I will share one stupid little item I am trying. I am trying to be on-time to events. Before we go on let me assure you, it is not what you think. All my life I have been early to everything I do (well except for that one brief period of time when the kids were little and the adjustment to having little kids made me chronically late to everything). My father taught both me and my sister that early is on-time, on-time is late and late is unacceptable. So being 1/2 hour ahead of the crowd is normal for me.

But recently the tightness of my schedule has been making it very stressful to be early. This morning I had a leadership meeting and I determined in my morning devotion that I was going to let go of my earliness expectation. The meeting was for 8 A.M; So I purposely took my time and didn’t even leave the house until 7:51 (the church is a 10 minute drive).

I arrived at the church to find the parking lot empty except for my daughter’s car. She was just leaving her early morning church cleaning gig.

“Where is everyone?” I asked.

“Your meeting isn’t until 8:30 Daddy.” My daughter explained.

So the on-time thing is a work in progress. Yes I will try it again but next time I will try to make sure I haven’t actually written my early arrival time in my planner.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Layers Up Layers

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Intricate.”

Intricacy is a complicated topic…

Peacock  Design at Delft Factory

Peacock Design at Delft Factory

Maybe what we are talking about is the intricacy of human craftsmanship. Our human penchant for detail.

Inside Guiness  Brewery

Inside Guiness Brewery

Or maybe it’s the crazy support systems we use to keep our world together.


No one can deny the intricacies of a Bach played on a piano-forte.

But in the end nothing rivals the intricacies of life made and given by God.


The petals of a rose.


The mountain winds blowing through a forest of trees.


Or the sunlight settling on the smile of a child.

My Biographers

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Your Life, the Book.”

The Daily Post has asked, From a famous writer or celebrity, to a blogger or someone close to you — who would you like to be your biographer?

In spite of my writings here and the fact that I live a very public life as a Staff Pastor in a  New England church there are few people who know me intimately enough to do the job of writing my biography. While many see the outside there are few who have watched the interior workings of my life and even fewer I would entrust my journals too.

I think it would have to be my children.


Maybe my sister


Or my best friend Jody.