lesson from a ghost town

Sometimes all I can see is the brokenness...

and then I'm invited to look at things

from a different perspective...

And when I choose to look

at the bigger picture...

I find purpose in the design.

thoughts: the universe and His love

It's a striking truth to behold: His great sacrifice was not for my intentional, obvious sins alone, but for the secret trespasses as well. The hidden ones of which I go about unaware, until the curtain is pulled back, just a little, and I catch sight of the ugliness He bled for. I cringe and shudder and my soul races for cover...until I am reminded the debt has been paid.

I wonder if He created all that I can see, and cannot see, for as far as the scientific eye can see, this mega universe that our finite minds struggle to comprehend, merely to show how great His unconditional love is, the depth of His mercy and grace. Because we would one day hear, “For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is his love for those who fear him,” and because mankind would one day realize the unreachable end and vast extent of its universe, He created it so.

If it were humanly possible to travel to the ends of our universe, if we could go hither and thither, I suppose it would be possible to know the limits of His love. But it’s not possible, thus it’s quite impossible that I shall ever exhaust His love for me.

Jesus is his homeboy

Jesus Van man stands by his Man

With toy soldier suit and marching band hat

Come rain or shine, hell or high water

Jesus Van man stands by his Man

happy birthday to my boss

A hummingbird once decided to make her nest on a brach just outside my office window. Days, weeks, months passed as I anxiously waited for baby hummingbirds to appear. But it was not to be, she moved on.

Her nest serves as a reminder to me that we're here on this earth for just a season. It may be a long season, it may be a short one, but it's the quality, not the quantity, that matters--it's the profound lasting impression one leaves upon others that counts. Today I celebrate John Finn, who turns 72. For his positive influence, I am truly grateful.

you make my heart sing...a Carol

My first piece of cupcake art,

inspired by the book, Hello, Cupcake

(thanks, Matt!)

and the motion picture release

of Where The Wild Things Are