it was You

Was that You who woke me early to let me see the full moon reflected in the still waters of the lake?

So lovely and so peaceful. I’m so thankful I didn’t miss this mesmerizing sight. It remained in my thoughts through the day, and still it does, now.

Was that You, who sent the pleasant breezes?

So cool and refreshing! The wind rippled across the lake, and those wake tips caught Your sun and dappled the surface with magical twinkle lights.

Was that You who caused me to pause and look down at the ground?

Did You help my old eyes see the tiny flowers blooming in the grass, all pink and blue? Did You show me the wild strawberry daisies that are already showing their cheery yellow faces? Did you sprinkle all those sweet violets across our yard?

Was that You who sent the animals my way?

The loon swam and dived near the dock, looking for fish to eat. The turtle surfaced from his mud bed to let me and others know that it’s time to awaken. Did You reroute all the buzzards away from here so that hawk could have the expanse of the sky to soar and swoop on his own?

Was that You who painted the sky such a bright blue and sent the wisps of clouds to twist and turn so gently?

Was that You that gave the shimmer and shine to the new green leaves of the pear trees?

Was that You that formed the slate rocks long ago and helped me find them for the planting bed border?


When I talked TO You (and not just AT You), as always, You listened to my heart. And I felt You near. And I asked You to be present with me and help me see You all around. And You did.

Yes, it was You. It is always You.

Thank You for answering my prayer so beautifully. Always.

a new song

At a memorial service I heard (and sang along with) a song that was new to me. But it is familiar to many, I am sure. The words struck my heart:

City of God by Dan Schutte

Awake from your slumber! Arise from your sleep!
A new day is dawning for all those who weep
The people in darkness have seen a great light
The Lord of our longing has conquered the night

Let us build the city of God
May our tears be turned into dancing!
For the Lord, our light and our love
Has turned the night into day!

God is light; in him there is no darkness
Let us walk in his light, his children, one and all
O comfort My people; make gentle your words
Proclaim to My city the day of her birth.

Have we ever seen a time of more darkness? Not in my lifetime. And yet…

We are sons of the morning; we are daughters of day
The One who has loved us has brightened our way

So it is time for us to awaken and arise and welcome God’s light into this darkness. The Lord, our Light and our Love, can – and will – do this mighty, healing work. And we must help.

The Lord of all kindness has called us to be

A light for His people to set their hearts free.


Happy Easter! Joyous blessings to you!

Praise our Lord who has conquered the night and has set our hearts free! What a glorious, eternal gift for us all!

solc22 #31 eyes to see

A lovely sight – dogwood blooms ushering in spring.

Yes, the dogwood tree is the first thing we notice.

But look closer. There are other trees sprouting leaves, and even a determined privet is there below. When thinking of all that new life we overlooked at first, the dogwood is almost a distraction from everything else.


When we write consistently, it helps us learn to look past distractions and see things we might otherwise have overlooked. Bringing new things into focus, new thoughts and discoveries. Making life more full and complete.


When we live through two years of Covid, isolation, control, and unexplainable governmental actions, it helps us think more deeply about what is beneath it all. Making life more complicated, but making us more aware.


As a society we have been encouraged for years to be accepting and tolerant. Yet there are things we should question, and things we should take a stand for.

What do your eyes see that you wonder about? Hold tight to that wonder, and dig deeper to find answers.

And above all, take a stand for what is right and true.

solc22 #30 old things new again

When we sold our house and “moved” to our lake house while we remodeled the new/old house we bought (are you following along OK?), it was early January. Cold, snowy, cloudy, gloomy, sickly January. We remarked at the time how encouraging it would be to travel the route from the lake to our hometown as the weather moved into springtime.

Now, it IS Spring, in all of its glory. With day-to-day sprouting, budding, opening, blooming, and rebirth.

Changing from barren and shivering, to greening and growing. What a delight!

This cold snap we are having now is Redbud Winter. These pink/magenta/mauve (not red!) trees are beautiful and so welcome, best viewed with a backdrop of evergreens. And their appearance in full bloom marks the first of several stages of the process of changing from winter to summer.

Redbud, Dogwood, Locust, Blackberry, and Cotton Britches Winters come when Old Man Winter can’t quite decide to leave and holds on for another brief visit. But each one gets warmer and shorter and we rejoice as we mark each one off the calendar.

The dogwood trees are already starting to bloom out and soon we will have large beautiful white (or pink) flowers and another cold snap to go along with them. Another step towards shorts-wearing days. Another celebration.

Maybe just in time for Easter this year. If you know the Legend of the Dogwood, you’ll recognize the appropriateness of that timing as we see the Cross in each dogwood blossom, with the crown of thorns in the center and the dent of the nails at the outside of each petal.

Spring brings new life and new hope – every year. My thankfulness overflows.

Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold, new things have come. 2 Corinthians 5:17