the underskirts of universe

baby crocodile spit up

eleven hundred moons

hopscotch sidewalk chalk

mountain’s taste buds

twig waltzing with wind

coral’s Saturday afternoon


silent nature speaks

wrens frolic with feathered wings in freckled fields

as gold papery leaves, cut and curled, reach

as wooden hands stretch

toward far, floating cotton


Whispers in the Woods

Though my throat hurt and my head throbbed, though my 33 week pregnant belly ached and I peed every 10 minutes, the sun was out and God whispered: go to the woods. Before my husband and I left, I noticed new, much bigger stretch marks on my belly. A barrage of old familiar lies disguised as truth flooded my mind. Stupid. Ugly. Gross. “Jesus, teach me my beauty and worth!” I prayed.

We hiked five minutes into the tall trees and feathery ferns. I sat down on a mossy log. Overwhelmed by God’s beauty all around me, tears welled and fell softly down my face. “You’re SUPER pregnant,” my husband said. I smiled a little. While hormones were definitely raging, these tears flowed from a deep hurt being healed. God was again whispering: “all this beauty? I made it. I don’t make junk. I made you in my image, you are beautiful.”

As I waddled up the short path to the overflowing port-a-potty, my heart swelled with joy. I am beautiful. I am worth dying for. I am loved.

So are you, reader.

Thank You, Jesus!💞

Creation’s Ovature

Make a joyful noise to the Lord, all the earth!
 Serve the Lord with gladness!
    Come into his presence with singing!

Know that the Lord, he is God!
    It is he who made us, and we are his;
    we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.

Enter his gates with thanksgiving,
    and his courts with praise!
    Give thanks to him; bless his name!

For the Lord is good;
    his steadfast love endures forever,
    and his faithfulness to all generations.

Psalm 100


juicy, ruby berries

vibrant emerald leaves

each bird song a melody of praise

painted paper butterfly wings

strong long octopus arms

curving antlers

decomposing logs supporting mushrooms

come, adore the Lord with me!


hidden roots

moisture licking air, hydrating plants, returning to clouds

the symphony of ecosystems

the mystery of stars

the beauty of each being proclaiming His majesty.



forest of longing

For one will scarcely die for a righteous person–though perhaps for a good person one would dare even to die–but God shows His love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:7-8


emerald ferns feather the outskirts of the narrow, long dirt clearing. roots peer out of the earth like half bridge knobs. ancient bark, history’s eyes see people past—laughter and tears, death and love. people who pined after an invisible lover, searching their lifetime, the world over, for peace. a sometimes dull, sometimes screaming desire. starving, pain. universal earth ache. throbbing to be noticed.

asking, “do you love me?”

all this cosmic turmoil contained in every flesh tent. I knew it well. craving but never relieved. burning for more. born with flames tickling my  heart.

“do you love me?” echoed through the forest, touching every second of my life. men came and went. one stayed for life. still I hungered. I searched—under clouds and stones, behind trunks and waterfalls, in human hands. who could whole this furious, yearning hole?! a mere shadow of life, I crumpled under the tree canopy.

one day, a crimson droplet cascaded through the leaves, dripped on my nose. I drew my eyes to sky.

life rain, love reigning. God sacrificed Himself, bloodied, beaten, killed by those He formed and desired. life for life. Jesus created a way for my wayward heart to be welcomed home!

still, aware of my stains, I timidly crouched under a fern. hiding. wishing. wondering.

He beckoned me.


incredulous, i stayed hidden. yet, I was already seen, fully known, totally loved.


such divine romance had to be unreal.

“Yes, I love you.” God said.

His words drenched me, sang the missing note, completed the puzzle. I was inside out, upside down, undone in the presence of soul saturating love so passionate and sacrificing.

drawn out of hiding, led into light. that second of rapturous delight transformed me.

from then on, joy soothed sorrow as I danced with my true Love.

Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends. John 15:13

a child’s cry looking at night sky


I confess to being dust.

The mountains, ocean, and stars tell me:

I am small.

You are big. Majestic. Glorious. Strong. Perfect. Awe-inspiring. All-powerful. All-knowing. All-present. All-loving. Creator God. King. Lord. Master. Saviour. Father.

At Your Word, my mortal atoms tremble. You are outside of time. I am a vapor; my life’s a blink.

Like a flower of the field, I fade at the first frost. My life’s fragile and fleeting. My life’s at Your mercy.

I droop and die, then decompose to live an eternity with my Beloved King, through the shed blood of His Son Jesus.

You are big. i am small.


Psalm 148

Praise the Lord!
Praise the Lord from the heavens;
    praise him in the heights!
Praise him, all his angels;
    praise him, all his hosts!

Praise him, sun and moon,
    praise him, all you shining stars!
Praise him, you highest heavens,
    and you waters above the heavens!

Let them praise the name of the Lord!
    For he commanded and they were created.
 And he established them forever and ever;
    he gave a decree, and it shall not pass away.

Praise the Lord from the earth,
    you great sea creatures and all deeps,
fire and hail, snow and mist,
    stormy wind fulfilling his word!

Mountains and all hills,
    fruit trees and all cedars!
Beasts and all livestock,
    creeping things and flying birds!

Kings of the earth and all peoples,
    princes and all rulers of the earth!
Young men and maidens together,
    old men and children!

Let them praise the name of the Lord,
    for his name alone is exalted;
    his majesty is above earth and heaven.
 He has raised up a horn for his people,
    praise for all his saints,
    for the people of Israel who are near to him.
Praise the Lord!