Our homes can be worlds of windows to the Word. Our walls a place of Truth, Hope and Life. Our table a landscape of reflection. Our rooms a home of remembrance. This, is a land of potential. A place of possibility for the presence of the perfect Word of God. Of all...

Liquid silence reflected the mute stirring of leaves. A humid blanket of moisture laid itself heavily against every wind that might venture upon the threshold. Not even the footfall of the rotating guard down below disturbed the thick, voiceless throb of time. Allie...

Sometimes God may allow constraints or hedges in our life to help us grow, change and/or heal. Like Birdie, we may not realize that stepping out of those boundaries may cause greater harm than staying within. But one day, when it is right, the door will open to our...

They always said it that way. Sarah could hear the pointed words as though she had witnessed them visually before her, written in jerky strokes of agitation. "If she's comin' in like a lamb, she'll be sure to roar out like a lion." It wasn't until she had reached the...

A man under intense pressure. A heart that perhaps was wrestling. Not entirely mocking ...not entirely blind to what was right. "Then Pilate entered into the judgment hall again, and called Jesus, and said unto him, Art thou the King of the Jews?" (vs.33) A hall of...

Ruth tipped the curtain and looked out on the barren world. Webbed branches traced wounded patterns of winter's encroaching hold. Several clouds glimmered in the distance, their edges ragged with the wind's cold breath. A hush had fallen over their home. Night was...

Tall peaks glistened under heavy cloud cover.

Her heart trembled a little at their magnificence, but she took courage. She had trained for years and now was the time to accomplish her dream. Years of planning and prayer were behind her.

She knew she had been called.

Expressing a worldview through a brush, holding up thoughts through the vista of colorful strokes, speaking a language that may be overlooked among those who witness it ...we are artists. At this point and time in 2021, we have continued to be involved in a world...

The flowers looked beautiful, the vista was hopeful ...the sun glittered and sparkled midst the waving grasses and hope danced like a melody in her heart. But a quieter song wove itself between the notes. A deeper word lit up a frame of truth around the landscape and...

The stakes were high.

A blending of music may have forced the framing of reality.

Crush oneself …one’s very soul, under the load of wicked human imagination or feel the burning of skin and know that one’s earthly life was soon to be ashes.

Crux of the minute presented in a vista of battleground.

Whose side would they choose?