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His Light

My new room is covered with dark paneling. Not my choice, but cozy. I have to turn sideways in order to avoid bumping the wooden fireplace mantle next to my bed. The fireplace doesn’t work and is covered with metal. Two thin windows stand on either side. From my side of the bed, I view tall poplars that hide the morning sun until it peeks over.

It reminds me of Psalm 19: 4b-6,

“In the heavens he has pitched a ten for the sun, which is like a bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion, like a champion rejoicing to run his course. It rises at one end of the heavens and makes its circuit to the other; nothing is hidden from its heat.” 

I think my favorite part of the farm is the light. The sun bubbles over the trees in the morning. It might be my favorite time of the day, except for sunset.

As the sun finishes its circuit, its light shines straight across the trees and moves up like a stage curtain going the wrong way until it disappears and there is only a golden glow.

Pure joy.

Disney couldn’t compare. A 3-D movie pales.

God’s light.


It reminds me of another passage found in Psalm 139:7-12,

“Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? I f I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. If I say ‘Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me, even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.”

Even though I’m 700 miles from my home of 30 years. Even though I live in an old farmhouse less than half the size of my old house, even though I left great friends and I’m doing something I’ve never done, He is there.

His sun shines on North Carolina trees, and Tampa Bay beaches.

Wherever His Son shines there is brilliant light.  There is no night with Him. No darkness.

I know because it shines in my heart and warms me like the sunrise and sunset.

And when I see light on our fields and trees, I see His light.

If you’re experiencing darkness today, gaze at the Son. Look at the sun.

And smile.

Wait for pure joy.

A New Life

Who knew that once upon a time I thought olives grew with the red things in them. Now we’re gonna be farmers. One step closer. Read about it on my Grit Magazine “Cultivating a Dream” blog.


“So when I moved to Florida, we needed to stop at a motel. Sue wouldn’t let me check until she checked the bed for bugs.” We all laughed.

“So you used one of those special lights?”Keri-Rose asked.

“Honey, that was over 30 years ago!” Sue sipped on her latte.

A though occurred to me. “Keri-Rose was just born!”

Friends, a generation apart.

There was a comfortable silence.

30-year-old Keri-Rose wore a stylish dress shirt with cute gray flats and a scarf. Sue and I were dressed with our thrift-store finds, but our clothes didn’t look as good on us as on KR. Time has a way of doing that. Sue and I are okay with that.

“Sue and I have been friends for over 30 years. I’m really good friends with her sister-in-law, Cathy, even though I haven’t seen her for 25 years. They were both in my wedding.”

“You’re still friends after not seeing each other for that long?”

Sue and I looked at each other, hands clasped around warm Starbucks mugs. “There’s a certain kind of friend, that no matter how long it’s been, when you see each other, it’s just like you were never apart.”

“I don’t have that.”

“You’re not old enough,” I added.

Funny how that is. Life marches on but real friendships remain.

Sitting there with my young friend–her life ahead of her, and my older friend–her children grown, I felt incredibly wealthy.

A big hello to all my friends out there, both young and old. I’m so much richer for knowing you.


Do you have a friend of two like that? Tell me about them.



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