December 26, 2015

An Introduction

Truth is comforting. It never changes; it can be passed on from one generation to the next. It is solid. So why do we say “the truth hurts?” It hurts because, in order to embrace the Truth, we must leave off the lies. Truth cannot exist with lies. If it could, it would not be Truth. Truth is pure and uncompromising, which is what makes it such a comfort.

Have you ever been faced with a truth that made you wince with pain? That pain is the collision of truth with lies.

Truth is hard and solid. Lies are soft and pliable.  It makes sense to hold on to what feels good, comfortable and natural.  The thought of Hard smashing Soft awakens compassion in us. We are offended, quick to defend all that sought to make us happy and comfortable. This compassion moves us to embrace lies, to reject Truth, to even HATE the truth for its unwavering ways. However, if we are honest with ourselves, we hate lies. That is why we must call our soft lies truth in order to keep them, or to feign honesty, we call lies “OUR truth.”  But a truth that cannot be given to anyone and everyone is not TRUTH.

Truth is universal.

For many years I felt homeless. Oh, I had a house: a bed and other luxuries to enjoy under a solid roof. I lived, however, with a wandering heart. In my youth, I believed travel was the answer to this unsettled feeling. I set myself to check off a long list of destinations and experiences. I was off to a good start with Mexico City, England and Scotland, Alaska.

But, soon, I ran headfirst into a detour.

My travel plans were cut short with marriage then babies. Ah, I had found my place! Surely my wandering heart would settle down to makes its home with this gift, this little family. But that “home” was not a safe place. No matter how I worked to make it comforting and beautiful my heart longed for  safety, to fly away…to fly away home.

Satisfaction must be somewhere else, I thought.  My heart belonged with people: a good friend, my mother, my children, certainly other Christians. Like a bird alighting on a branch this sufficed for a resting spot.  But a branch is no home and soon the storms blew me off. Death, rejection, or disappointment shattered the illusion that a person could be home to a wandering heart. Besides all this, people change. They go where I don’t want to follow.

Again, I was lost and now wondering, “Where was home?”


Perhaps my heart would settle with work, with purpose? That’s it! A purpose driven life! My heart only needed a work to do to be at ease, to know that I have accomplished all that I was meant to do, to fulfil my destiny.

Oh, but the work is never done. The needs are never met, one need leads to another. I looked around and I saw his work was better and bigger. Her work was more beautiful and productive. Everywhere others had greater “success.” I wondered, “Am I doing all I’m supposed to do? Is it good enough? Why does my heart look elsewhere?”

Ever wandering, ever wondering.

Occasionally, I would catch a glimpse of HOME. I couldn’t see it or show it to anyone, but my soul knew it well.

It was a sigh, a relief, a sense of fullness and rest…even JOY…that came through my senses, all of my senses together or one at a time.

The glimpse sometimes came through the sun sparkling on the water, the tune of a song, the contrast of a vibrant green forest against a sapphire blue sky. Sometimes it was a scent or a taste that sent me home, the touch of someone I love.  I was tempted to get lost there, in nature, in music, in love. But these were only glimpses: shadows and shapes of my True Home, my resting place. These glimpses kept me searching. Where was it?

And now, I have found it. I am there. I live there while I live here. It is TRUE. It is solid and unchanging, pure and uncompromising; for anyone and everyone. It is Real Life yet, for now, it is invisible.

Real Life, Home for your wandering, wondering heart is invisible. But, like me, you can still live there. Do you want to go?

I know the Way. I know the Truth. I know the Life.

Do you?
(Introduction to the book I am writing called "The Invisible Life.")

December 7, 2015

Glimpses IX

Can a tree be a friend?

This leaning beauty was my "good night" and "good morning" companion for more than two years.
 I enjoyed watching the birds flit in and out of its uppermost branches.
Now, when I look out the window from my bed I only see sky.

Climbing up to bring her down.

Two trunks intertwined.

Naomi watching in her own special way.

Noah waiting to help.


A favorite spot to think.
 Mt. Rainier in the distance.

The strong breeze off the water was so refreshing this day.
The view of the Olympics was crisp.
My little phone doesn't do them justice.


The kids decorated for Christmas as a surprise to me.
They did a beautiful job and the tree smells so lovely.


Can't wait for a sunny day to get some exercise.

It's been raining for days;
the sound of rushing water follows me on my walk.

My neighbor looks more prepared for the rain than I do.
I hope that dog has his own house. I wouldn't let him in mine!

Home sweet home...without my leaning tree it looks a little sad.


Kids and I participated in a Living Nativity.
We were merchants in a Spice Booth.
It was cold, wet and fun.
Pouring rain did not stop 4000 people from visiting the show.


My favorite place to hang out when the boutique is slow.
I've already spent too much money here.

Front view of a coveted piece at the glass museum

Side view.
And finally...

November 23, 2015

Something to be thankful for.

People are fickle. They constantly change their minds. They are easily deceived and easily provoked. Aren't you thankful that God is not like that? He is Rock Solid and Unchanging.

He is a sure place to stand that will never shake, sink or fail. Shout with me! Hooray!

I believe the greatest evidence for this is in His Forgiveness.

So many people believe God forgives us because He loves us. What a wobbly faith! Love is measured, judged, even misinterpreted. No, God does not forgive us because He loves us.

We are sinners, all. The wages of sin is death. It must be paid for. No amount of money or works will pay the debt, only death.

God so loved us that He sent His Son; God became flesh, a person like us, to pay the debt that we owe. His perfect sinless life given freely pays the price and NOW, now God forgives.

Jesus Christ opens the door to the Father and we are FREE to come and go as joint heirs with Him.

What a Savior! What a Friend! No God is like unto our God! Join me in giving thanks.

I am comforted (you should be too) that no terrorist, financial crisis, health issue, or struggling relationship can rob us of this great freedom.

We are free, FREE because of Jesus to live in the kingdom of God, to have a relationship with Him that surpasses the deepest love of another human.

Happy Thanksgiving!

How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure

How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that left Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection

Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom

~ Stuart Townsend

November 10, 2015

Long nights and short days


Tuesday November 10, 2015

Outside our window...

It is dark too early.

Only 3:45 p.m. yet I need to turn on the lamps, light the candles, and close the blinds.

The birds are still flitting about...that's nice.

I am thankful...

For so much; life is good even with its hardships.

Simple pleasures are abundant:
walks in nature
pretty candles
polite manners
great music
blue jays in the trees
mascara and lipstick
red scarves

I am wearing...

An old shawl. Can you believe it is coming back in style?
 I gave this one to my mom one Christmas long ago, but
now, it is mine. I like to wear it at the boutique where I work.

It's very..."boutique-ish"

From the kitchen..

Chicken noodle casserole.

Too many carrots, I thought,
 but it passed the Naomi test...which is hard.

I am learning...

How to parent teenagers. Nah, maybe learning is too generous a word.
Perhaps I'm surviving parenting teenagers...How's that?

I am creating...

plans for the holidays.
I am going... 

for a walk tomorrow with a friend.

Some friends are for seasons, but most of my friends have been with me through the years. How good of them, and how blessed I am!

I am remembering...

Crying while driving in California several years back.
I was terrified of the fast moving traffic and the poor road conditions.

I know! It's a silly reason for tears, but I was scared and very inexperienced.

What a difference today! I laugh at the memory.

On our monthly trek into Seattle, I maneuvered through fast, thick traffic with no problem. Dare I say it was fun? No, let's not get crazy, I hate traffic.

Also, a few weeks ago I had to squeeze my bus through a pin hole...easy peasy.
I am reading...

Not much. Sometimes I'll read World Mag, or pick up some poetry.
The other day I read a short novel for fun.

I read the Bible, of course.


The kids and I have enjoyed some movies recently:

The Chorus
Foreign Letters
Around the house...

It is warm. The laundry is caught up...wait, it was...that lasted five minutes.
 Outside the house a new layer of leaves is piling up in the yard.
The gardeners were here last week. What a pleasure it was to come home to a clean deck and driveway. That lasted all of five minutes too. Well, it is FALL.

Recent thoughts...

Christians (including me) like to put God in a box.
It's not our intention, but if He could fit into our boxes, we could lean on our own understanding, we could even glory in it.

But don't you think those boxes limit our growth? That they limit our relationship with God?
What is a box for anyway but to trap?

Can you by searching find out God? can you find out the Almighty perfection? It is as high as heaven; what can you do? deeper than hell, what can you know? The measure thereof is longer than the earth, and broader than the sea. Job 11:7-9

Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised; and his greatness is unsearchable. Psalm 145:3

Have you not known? Have you not heard, that the everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth, does not faint, neither is weary? There is no searching of his understanding. Isaiah 40:28

Some of my favorite things...

quiet, kindness, flowers, sunshine coming through Autumn leaves.

A few plans for the month:

Veteran's Day (off work)
Thanksgiving Day
My birthday
My sister's birthday

A picture thought to share:

My sister and me forty years ago.

October 26, 2015

A walk in the woods.

The air is cold and damp. It is a sip of water for my parched spirit. Nothing satisfies. The storm is past, the rain is gone but heavy clouds linger. Still, I hear the dripping. Each leaf of the forest a tiny pool dipping drops of water into the next tiny pool, the myriad sounding like a downpour.

The red raincoat I wear is a cheerful movement in the damp grey of the road.

My mind turns to souls, to the brokenness and bondage...and worse, the deception.  We look at paintings thinking they are mirrors taking pride in the masterpiece of who we are.

I ache for reality, revelation, change. This can't be it, can it? There must be more!

Where are the great miracles? The healings? The overcoming victory?

In the end, no matter what the miracle or catastrophe is, people make their own choices. What a powerful testimony to the love of God...we have a WILL. We can do whatever we want and it is that that causes me such pain.

I stop to listen to the rain, a steady sound as in an actual downpour. Yet, here I stand on the edge of the forest completely dry.

Perhaps there is hope in this observation?

I pick up the pace and feel my legs burn with the intensity. The frogs croak a friendly song. But, the rain drips steadily, a cold wind pushes against me begging me to stay, "Don't go home." The forest roars a bit with the breeze. Were I not completely dry I might think I was walking in a storm.
My road

Thankful for color on a grey day.

Thankful for the sweet house I live in
and the people I share it with.

Thankful for warm fires to come home to,
and the boy who keeps it stoked.

Thankful for God's protection in the storm even if the storm is in my imagination.
I am not suffering, and yet I am.
I am not burdened, but my heart aches.
I am completely dry, but it is pouring right there...I can see it, I can hear it.

I am thankful for...

my job,
my car,
the checkmark indicating 'paid' next to all my bills,
the full fridge and pantry,
the health of my children,
my friends who consistently extend grace and forgiveness,
my family,

the forest with it's mysteries and lessons,

God is in control of all things.
I am thankful for the blood of Jesus that pays my debt...

That my name is written in the lamb's book of life.
 He has shown you, O man, what is good; And what does the LORD require of you
 But to do justly,
To love mercy,
And to walk humbly with your God.
Micah 6:8

October 18, 2015



Sunday, October 18 , 2015

Outside our window...

My kids riding their bikes in the misty grey...

I am thankful...

That with all the chaos in the world, all the good called evil and the evil called good, there is still a small corner in the woods where we can eat good food, enjoy a warm fire, bask in safety.

It is a good day.

I am wearing...

My robe and slippers....aaahhh. So nice and cozy.

From the kitchen..

Fish tacos
coconut popcorn

I am learning...

to let go.

I can only live my own life...not anyone else's.

This is hard for a mother to learn.

I am creating...

pretty coloring you think it is a silly pastime?

It feels like putting together a puzzle, only I'm in charge of the pieces and the colors.

I am going... 

to work in the boutique this week.

I am remembering...

two hugs on Friday...

One from a young man leaving my bus for another route. He came to say goodbye and sheepishly and quickly gave me a hug. Later that afternoon, a rambunctious curly-haired seven year old declared, "I need a hug! I'm going on the ferry tonight!" I obliged happily.

Driving a school bus has its perks.

I am reading...

This and that...nothing steady. I am so enjoying my Bible lately, especially the Psalms and Romans.

Around the house...

Clean kitchen cupboards and a perfectly organized pantry.

What a teenager will do to earn a phone back!!

A quote to share...

The invisible life we live is more real than the tangible, it
will last forever. All of my tangible life is one opportunity after another to choose which kingdom I will live in, whom I will serve, God or 'not God.'

Some of my favorite things...

soft sweaters

garlic fries

a fire blazing in the wood stove

A few plans for the month:

Drive a few field trips,
Kids to orthodontist,
Kids to youth group,
Kids to violin lessons,

One day you examine your life and all your memories are in the car.

Purchase wig and funky eyelashes,

(will be passing out candy at the boutique and must look the part.
I hope we don't have to deal with scary nonsense. I really hate Halloween.)

A picture thought to share:

Mr. Santos!! Stop reading the paper and burn it! The wood stove is cold.

September 20, 2015

Apples and warfare


Sunday, September 20, 2015

Outside our window...

Heavy grey clouds
Unusually warm air
Ripening apple trees

It looks like Autumn but feels like a Summer thunderstorm brewing.

I am thankful...

For a peaceful afternoon at home

I am wearing...

A blue dress.

Every woman should have a good blue dress...I'm thankful to have several.
A blue dress is usually a pretty and appropriate thing to wear anytime.

From the kitchen..

Tea, as always.

Breakfast for dinner...ham, eggs, potatoes with a tomato cucumber salad.

I am learning...

About Spiritual Warfare

If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit. Real life is invisible. We walk by faith and not by sight. If we belong to Christ we have crucified the flesh, but what does that mean when we are still living (stuck) in it? The flesh (our body) has been crucified with Christ...yet we are battling it's constant lusts (demands) daily.

Thus, the war...spiritual warfare.

The wonderful thing about the spiritual life is FRUIT.

It is invisible in that you can't pick it up and package it, however, you can still experience it.

Now the works of the flesh are evident: sexual immorality, impurity, sensuality, idolatry, sorcery, enmity, strife, jealousy, fits of anger, rivalries, dissensions, divisions, envy, drunkenness, orgies, and things like these. 
Gal 5:19-21 ESV

 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law. 
Gal 5:22-23 ESV

The way I explain this to my children is that there is nothing that can prevent the fruit of the Spirit. No abuse, injustice, catastrophe, or surprise can keep the fruit of the Spirit from manifesting if we are yielded to the Spirit...If the Spirit is given authority to rule our bodies.

Even in the face of evil love can rule...peace can rule, patience, kindness, etc. It is by the power of God, the grace of God, through Jesus Christ.

I am creating...

A devotional book for young people called

"The Invisible Life"

I am going... 

To help my friend open a store in Gig Harbor.
This is a road I never planned on walking...but here I am walking it.

We'll see what happens.

I am remembering...

How pampered I am.

This morning I came downstairs to find tea and toast waiting for me.

Noah had my purse and keys,
Naomi had my Bible.
Sophia had my phone.

All I did was walk out the door with my tea in hand.
The kids started the car, the radio was on.

I drove to church while giving orders to my "assistant."

Mascara! (done)
Lip Gloss! (done)
Lotion! (done)

I said, "Now, all I need is a chauffeur!"

My eager 14 year old replied, "In two years, Mom, only two more years and I'll be your chauffeur!"

I can't wait, my Dear!

I am reading...

Nothing really...too busy lately.

Around the house...

Are signs of a baby.
I babysit in the mornings before my school bus route.

This little job allows me to home school.

With a baby on my hip, I check spelling, explain algebra, correct Spanish pronunciation.

The other day, at Violin lessons, a woman said to me, "I didn't even notice you were pregnant!"

HA! That made me burst out laughing.

A quote to share...

"Here is the glory of Bible study: that if we learn God's will, and then do it we shall grow like God.  But its peril is that we rest content with a knowledge of the text and go no further, like travelers who sit down in the road and imagine they have reached the king's palace." ~ Harold St. John

Some of my favorite things...

A kind smile from a stranger

Home grown produce and farm fresh eggs

An old hymn sung confidently by a happy congregation

Fresh pressed cider

A few plans for the month:

Decorate a store

Make bottles, change diapers, kiss chubby toes and neck of a baby

Drive a school bus all over town

Ladies prayer meeting

Work on my book


Walk on the beach

Pick apples

Some picture thoughts to share:

Me and my future chauffeur riding the Great Wheel in Seattle

The city behind

The view from near the top.
Yes, my legs felt like jello.

August 19, 2015

Wondering Wednesday

Some may think I chose divorce. No, I did not. I never wanted a divorce.

I chose a boundary.

For seventeen years many things came in and out of my life with no restriction or accountability. For a while I learned to live with it, or hide from it. I even learned to dress it up and justify it. But God, in His tender love for me and Mr. Santos, said, "OK, kids, enough is enough. Here's the line. This is a good line that you should not cross. Do you want this line in your life?"

My answer was yes. His answer was no. I did not file for divorce, I merely lived behind the line. Divorce was the consequence.

"Fear not, for you will not be ashamed; be not confounded, for you will not be disgraced; for you will forget the shame of your youth, and the reproach of your widowhood you will remember no more. For your Maker is your husband, the LORD of hosts is his name; and the Holy One of Israel is your Redeemer, the God of the whole earth he is called.  For the LORD has called you like a wife deserted and grieved in spirit, like a wife of youth when she is cast off, says your God." - Isa 54:4-6 ESV

It is a different life living in this way, with my Maker as my husband. First, I need to know how to hear Him, to distinguish his voice from all the others. Secondly, there's this conviction that whatever He says is good and true...which is not such a welcome conviction at times.

I remember my married days when Mr. Santos would suggest a road for us...perhaps a business venture, or a vacation. Not always, but at times, I would share my opinions, or argue because, after all, he's just a man. Are you sure this is where we should go?

Recently, God has opened up paths for me that I never thought of. They are put before me, by Him, all HIS idea;  I can either go or not. He is the head.

Maybe it is different for you. Maybe you feel more connected to the path put before you, as if that path was your idea.

The heart of man plans his way, but the LORD establishes his steps. - Pro 16:9 ESV

For me, I don't feel connected at all to these paths. I wonder, "What? You want me to go there? Really? Why? What will happen? Will I be OK?"

And then that conviction comes that whatever God does is good and true.


Obedience builds faith.

I wonder...

Is it pride that makes me question...or fear? Fear not for I am with you says the Lord.

I wonder...

Will it always be lonely-like...though I trust I am not make these life decisions?

But then wondering turns to fretting and fretting turns to I stop.

I pick up my book to color, or I look to the sky and give thanks, or I pick some blackberries, looking for the big juicy ones that melt in my mouth and taste like cotton candy.

I will go. He will work it out. I don't know where it will lead. But, He is the beginning and He is the end.

What are you wondering about?


These berries grow in our back yard along the edge of the forest.
Sophia has been making us tasty nice.

The top of our back yard. 
The leaves tinkle with a breeze...a pleasant and comforting sound.

Our front yard.
 I love the blue backdrop.

Coloring is a new favorite pastime.

It helps me to relax or meditate...and even to have good conversations with my children.

It is a calming activity and satisfies my love of color.

Plus, unlike painting or quilting, I can take it with me wherever I go.

What pretty things do you enjoy creating?

August 8, 2015

Heavy August


Saturday, August 8th, 2015

Outside my window...

thankful for a clear night sky

I am thankful...

for progress in healing,
progress in understanding,
progress in my relationships.

I am thankful that life is moving forward...even if I don't know where I am going.

In the kitchen...

Burgers for dinner,
Tea and chocolate for dessert

I am wearing...

knee length skirt with tank and mint green flip flops.
The shirt has black polka dots...of course.

I wore the baby most of the day too...babysitting for some dear neighbors.

I am hearing...

the hum of the fan coming from the girls room.

I am going...

to make ANOTHER big decision this month.
Pray for me.
Tis the season for decisions.

On my mind...

SO much.

My name is Laura Santos...not Mrs. Santos.

If you are over 18 years old, will you please call me Laura?
If you are over 25 years old, REALLY, stop already, you know who you are.

I am divorced.
I hate that word.
I’m divorced after being separated for more than two years, 
or was it longer than that? 
My husband and I lived parallel lives for years.
This divorce is good.
It is evil.
It is freedom and peace, with intense pain and regret. 
It is the loss of death with the living still present in your life. 
The finality brings some stability. 
For years, I have been living crookedly, tilted to one side, walking my messy life with one leg, one arm, one eye, one ear.

Now, I am free to lean upon God fully, which, in a sense, I did before my divorce. 

Joy and comfort upon a marriage when a man and woman are equally yoked, both desiring to go the same direction, especially if that direction is God’s will.

I am reading...

not really.

I am hoping...

for my children...

peace, comfort, joy, wisdom.

I am remembering...

Sara. She has Parkinson's...and only a few weeks more on earth.

See?? I told you it was a heavy August.
Thank God, while it is heavy, I don't have to carry it.

I am watching and helping her in her last days.

It's a strange journey, going forward day by day with opposite pulls, the desire for the promise pulling against the love of what we touch and see with our flesh.

Even if we want to join one side in the pulling, we are not in control, Death wins eventually and on his own schedule.

Do we forget that Death will come for us all? 
It unites every race, class, creature.

Who is on the other end of the promise of heaven?
Is He real? What is He like?
Why does He want to be with me...forever? 
Do I want to be with Him...forever?

But also...

What about the judgement?
What will I be judged for?

Do you ever ask yourself these questions?

Around the house...

laundry to put away,
coloring books and gel pens (my new "thing")
essential oil bottles near the have been sick.

One of my favorite things...

baby snuggles

 Plans for the rest of the month:

Order next year's school curriculum.

9th and 6th grade...Wow...I really am moving into a new season of life.

A quote to share...

"Turn your eyes upon Jesus, look full in his wonderful face, and the things of earth will grow strangely dim in the light of his glory and grace."

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July 7, 2015

Love at first sight

There are some people you just click with. You don't even know their name but there is a connection, a unity of spirit or soul, or whatever it is that unifies one human being to another.

That's how it was for me and Ghislaine. (sounds like jis len)

From Haiti, her native tongue French, yet on our initial meeting we embraced as if long lost relatives. She was instantly my friend, my sister, my mother, my aunt all in one. I knew that as the details of her life were revealed I would find a kindred spirit, a mutual understanding, and she would find it in me.

So it is.

We are of one heart and mind. What a blessing and picture of what it means to be a part of the body of Christ. I know that unbelievers experience this same thing, however, death is their enemy. For us, death is our entrance into eternal fellowship.

"Mek shoo you get da flawu in pikchu!"

Of course! I was just going to say that!

I hope to visit her in Haiti and offer what I can to her people soon.

Unto the pure all things are pure

Noah holds an invisible microphone and sings with authority. The girls and I sing back-ground vocals. We dance to the rhythm, taken in by sound, the masters of our own world when He unexpectedly calls me. My heart immediately turns to Him. 

What one minute was just for fun takes on depth and seriousness. I am transported, filled with satisfaction yet also left with a deep longing. I empty myself worshiping the Lover of my soul. 

The lyrics become His voice to me.

So take it all
So take it all,
the city's yours,
the city's mine,
it's worth fighting for
it's worth fighting for,
it's all mine
it's all mine

He calls me to pray for my city and to take it. I receive it with joy.

Then, the lyrics become my voice. I offer him my life. He can take it all, what is mine is His.

Finally, the lyrics become a reminder. Satan offered Jesus the whole world if He would only bow down to worship him...but NO. Jesus would not take it that way. He would purchase us His way. It would cost everything--His blood--but that was, the only way.

God is a Spirit and they that worship him must worship Him in Spirit and in Truth. He is Lord of all. He can take even a worldly song and turn it into something Holy. Holy Holy Holy is the Lord God almighty.

July 3, 2015

July fly by


Friday July 3rd, 2015

Outside my window...

A trimmed laurel hedge...finally...thank you gardeners!

I am thankful...

For a clear mind.
For a solid footing.
For understanding.
For Truth.

In the kitchen...

there is food.
Open the fridge and have whatever you want.
Personally, I am too hot to eat.

If you will be patient, I'll throw something together that doesn't have to be cooked.
Perhaps some cold cuts with fruit/veggies??

I am wearing...

A brown and white polka dot tank dress.
flip flops

I am hearing...

blessed silence, buzzing flies, an occasional flutter of the curtains from a hot breeze.

The constant humming of the hedge trimmers has stopped.

I am going...

to pour some cold lemonade. Do you want some too?

On my mind...

Life as a Christian.

It is not about our FRUIT.

The legalistic conservative and the liberal humanitarian are looking for the same thing: Fruit from their labors, their good choices, their lofty ideas.

This is the wrong train on the wrong track.

Being a Christian is about knowing and following Christ.
The fruit in our life is the fruit of the SPIRIT...not us, not our efforts.

I am reading...

Pilgrims Progress

I am hoping...

to sleep well despite the mosquito bites

I am remembering...

A very personalized tour of our state capitol a few days ago.

Bob, our guide, giving the history and details of the architecture.

An excellent and thorough lesson on government right in the House of Representatives.

All the lamps and chandeliers made by Tiffany & Co.

I'd make a good governor don't you think? 
First item of business: a much smaller chair.

Can you see the kids (so tiny) on the steps?
Washington's state capitol is the third largest mason dome in the world.

Looking up at the dome

A more beautiful ceiling where we picnicked after the tour.

Around the house...

It is too clean and quiet.
The children are camping with their dad.
 I don't like an empty house.
Give me my rascals over silent cleanliness any day.

One of my favorite things...

A starry sky.

A few plans for the rest of the month:

Blueberry picking.
A picnic with a special family.
Noah's birthday.

A quote to share...

"One of the most liberating declarations in the New Testament is this: 'The true worshippers shall worship the Father in spirit and in truth; for the Father seeks such to worship him. God is a Spirit: and they that worship him must worship him in spirit and in truth.' Here the nature of worship is shown to be wholly spiritual. True religion is removed from diet and days, from garments and ceremonies, and placed where it belongs-in the union of the spirit of man with the Spirit of God!"

~ A.W. Tozer

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