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Whales and Stars

“Age to age, He stands
And time is in His hands
Beginning and the end
Beginning and the end “

~Chris Tomlin

This musical mash-up consists of the whirring pulsating sound of stars, the call of whales, and a surprise.  My friend Heather and I sat at a concert and listened to Loius Giglio, (pastor at Passion City Church, and founder of a popluar yearly “Passion” conference for twenty-somethings ) as he created this surprising cosmic experience.

We were pretty captivated as Louis held an iPad, talked about the scope of creation from an astronomical perspective, brought sound affects, then hit play.

It takes a some time to hear how it all comes together, but two minutes in, it all starts to make sense. Turn up the volume, and see for yourself.

“… and all will see, how great is our God.”


Flight and the Truest Savior

I used to be a bird holding a helium balloon.

I trusted my own ability to compensate, to live, to fly on my own.

Sin management.

No more.


I am learning a new form of walking, breathing, and talking, living faith.

Balloons released to the sky.


I fly differently now.

What have you trusted besides God?

Do you have any balloons to release?


Bird Image by Marc Johns



“Is the turtle dead?” I ask, again.

Initially I relied on Lucas for vital stats on our sometimes dead-looking new pet. Now I just ask to bother him a bit — and let him feel smarter than me.

No, Mom,” my fourteen-year-old rolls his eyes, exasperated and a little amused,  “and he wasn’t dead the last time you asked.”

I smile, relieved.

Turns out, it’s hard to tell if a heart is still functioning when somebody is wearing a hard enough shell.

Maybe that’s true for people, too.


Photo: Emlynn Photography


  • Kayla B.

I asked my friend, Kayla Bingham, to tell me her favorite dancing song from this past year.  After hearing the lyrics, I thought the words would be a gift to several of you who have been in your own challenging seasons.  So, I asked Kayla if we could do a little video project.  She agreed.

Kayla is currently dancing with  Odyssey Dance Theater in Utah, but when she was back in Colorado for Christmas, my son Isaac and I met her at Synergy Academy, a local dance studio. We filmed her interpretation of the song, “Madly in Love with You” by  singer/songwriter, Sean McConnell.

(When you watch, if you look carefully on the left side of the mirror wall, you can see me laying on the floor and Isaac standing by a tripod. We are trying our best to be invisible.)

This is what the dancer said about the music:

“The song gets me. It reminds me of the times where God feels silent and you get desperate and would do just about anything to hear or see or understand. You know that feeling? When you’re almost frustrated and tears are welling up and you feel like you’re bursting at the seams, and all you want in the world is for God to feel close. That’s what this dance feels like to me.
” ..I know you wish you could hear me, sometimes it’s so hard to do…but every morning’s sunrise says: I’m madly in love with you”

Thanks, Kayla.  We’ll be watching the sunrise differently …

I know you wish you could see me
That’s the way it has to be
Someday you’ll understand,
Don’t you lose your faith in me

I know you wish you could hear me
Sometimes it’s so hard to do
But every morning sunrise it says
I’m madly in love with you
Yes I’m madly in love with you

Sean Mcconnell, “Madly in Love with You


(Song respectfully used with sole intent to generate inspiration not income. Please visit Sean McConnell’s website for more information about this talented artist.)

Baby’s Breath

Resurrection Thoughts | From my Garden …

The baby’s breath has gone brittle with the cold.

Summer upon summer,  the airy pink shrub has flowered in my hostile mountain garden.  It requires nothing of me and brings faithful perennial beauty.  In winter, dormant roots hide.  Skeletal brown stems tempt me to believe the plant is dead.

But, over time, so many seasons of proof have coagulated into a long-learned trust.

Beauty will return.

New Life can breathe again, even in the deadest of spaces.


Better Than I

Ok. Yes. This song is embedded in a rather dated animated children’s movie.
Ok. Yes. It may be melodramatic and has a key change in the middle.

But, sometimes truth emerges from surprising places.

So, hit PLAY.  I want you to listen to this song loudly, with headphones if possible, and hear it.  In Joseph’s story, hear that God’s love is deep enough to bring freedom … even in a prison cell.  In spite of your desperate efforts, failed plans, or hopelessness, hear God’s unconditional love right where you are, no matter your circumstance, no matter what’s in your heart.  He is stronger and wiser than your pride, shame, false gods, and broken cisterns. At the bottom, at the point where you have finally given up, He is the only one who is able to save you and lead you out.

He knows better.  I believe this.

May you find something profoundly and eternally hopeful in the middle of a cartoon.


You Know Better Than I” sung by David Campbell, in “Joseph, King of Dreams

What Happened?

So here’s the deal.

I’ve been on a wild ride the last two months — a big leaping jumping what-is-going-on?!  kind of ride.  Really.  My life looks entirely different today than it did in November.

“What happened?” you ask.  I pause and say, “Ummm,” (as a momentary stall because I don’t know where to begin). Then I spill the list in no particular order:

” … renovation in my marriage,  renovation in my house,  a word from God while driving down Ute Pass, survival of a serious highway car crash (separate incident), and a completely unexpected new job which leaves me astounded most of the time.”


Yep.  That about sums it up.  That’s altogether ‘what’ in a nutshell.

And so … in the meantime, this little blog has landed on the very bottom of my To Do list with other unkept intentions.  What I intended to be a simple means of exercising my creative life had to take a back seat to the gravity of everything else.  And I don’t know where to go from here with this little excercise of forming sentences. That’s the confusing truth.

I WILL be writing. Somewhere. That’s a sure thing.  We’ll just have to see how/where that pans out  …  I’ll keep you posted.

Sorry for being fickle.  It was just that kind of year.

I sure do appreciate it when you stop by, though.  That hasn’t changed.

Happy New Year, friend.

Stay tuned,


P.S.  Apologies to those of you who send me awesome ideas for “Joy” in Media Collaboration …  I had to let that project go over the holidays.  ‘A good idea for another time.