As my mother gathered up her paint palette and brushes, the familiar scent of oils and turpentine hung in the air. I admired her handiwork—a meadow full of flowers on a canvas that seemed monstrous to me as a six-year-old. Mama screwed the lid on a tube of earthy golden-yellow paint, set it down, and…
My husband Dave and I just returned from a week on Lake Winneconne, Wisconsin where we held a memorial service for his father, Gene Kuhns. Gene lived on the lake and was an avid nature lover and conservationist. He instilled a love of nature in his children and Dave helped me go from a fondness…
“In the heav’ns are parents single? No, the thought makes reason stare! Truth is reason; truth eternal tells me I’ve a mother there.” “O My Father,” Eliza R. Snow While not every faith believes in a divine feminine, there are those who believe that where there is a Heavenly Father, there is also a Heavenly…
My friend, Kristine Farley, frequently reminds me to listen to the song “New Wine” by Hillsong (see video below). As I was listening to it yesterday, this line stood out to me: “I came here with nothing, but all you have given me, Jesus bring new wine out of me.” Suddenly, I saw myself as…
My spiritual, revelatory experience canoeing on Mud Creek in Winneconne, Wisconsin with my husband, the sandhill cranes, Canada geese, red-winged blackbirds, great blue heron, and green heron. About an hour before sunset last night, my husband, Dave, and I went for a canoe ride up Mud Creek in Winneconne, Wisconsin. Whenever we go out in…
In a previous post, I talked about how I felt the Lord telling me that everything in our lives really comes down to remembering vs forgetting who we are, who Christ is, what He did for us, and that we are all connected to each other and to everything in creation by the Creator, Jesus…
My mother loved to shop and she had great taste in clothes. She would often show up at my house with a new pair of pants, a shirt, or skirt for me. We were about the same size so after she passed away in 2017, I would periodically look in her closet and pick something…
“No man knows the hour of his ending, nor can he choose the place or the manner of his going. To each it is given to die proudly, to die well, and this is, indeed, the final measure of the man.” Louis L’Amour, Hondo (Louis L’Amour’s Lost Treasures): A Novel My mother-in-law encouraged me to…
What is a woman? For centuries this was a simple question. Not anymore. What is a woman and why are those in power intent upon destroying her?
