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This season of giving thanks always reminds me of bounty. The colors of burnt umber (How I love Crayola’s original color names!) painted on a cerulean canvas create soul sparks of thanksgiving that fly heavenward!

Pumpkin aromas waft upward through our log cabin, infusing our home with warmth and richness. They too draw my heart to inhale and ruminate on the goodness of the everyday, the seemingly mundane. How often do I wander through abundance and not acknowledge the sheer extravagance?
Do I see the artistry of an evening’s sunset or rush off to get somewhere without pause or reflection? Have I consider all the Lord has lavished on me? Lavish, by definition, means “to expend or bestow profusely.” Such an over-the-top word gets limited play in today’s speech. It may even sound stuffy to some. But yet..

The lavishness of autumn reawakens  me to a spectacular truth that outshines even the beauty of fall:

“We have redemption in Him through His blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of His grace that he lavished on us with all wisdom and understanding.” Eph 1:7-8

This wood carving at Leheman’s Hardware in Dalton, Ohio, reminds me that God’s lavish grace had an unimaginable cost. With bowed head, I offer a prayer of thanks.


Savoring the Sunset


While Mommy stayed at home studying for her upcoming boards, Kelsey, Tyler, Zeus, Daddy, grandpa and grandma headed to Hickham Air Force Base. Kelsey found a tiny shell as her treasure and brought it to our picnic table.


Seated at the picnic table, I simply picked up my camera every 90 seconds for about four minutes and took a series of shots, all the while praying my thanks and adoration to the Master Artist who mixed swirling combination from his palette onto his expansive canvas.


The clouds, as they float across various paths, play a role in the sky as they do in my life. Shadows encroach on my plans for my day; that thinking, however common, is incorrect. The world was not created for my glory but for His. Whenever I want center stage, I may encounter initial delight and pride, but failure and heartache soon follow. The reason, though many will disagree, comes from the underpinning of my view of life. I embrace the first four words of Genesis and others do not. “In the beginning, God,” means everything is about Him, His order, His sustaining power, His glory. He, not mankind, is the central figure of all.


Look for the sun; He peaks through when things seem darkest.


I’m finding rewards in my slowing down to appreciate all the Lord gives each day. Into my lens’ finder wandered little Miss Kelsey.


Following her came grandpa with Zeus.


Bryan finished his call to the mainland and brought Tyler over so I could take two more pictures to capture the reverie of the evening. The last rays of sun played off Kelsey’s hair, and Tyler sent me his shy smile.


And when Kelsey got chilly after the sun went down, she put on her cover-up and told me she loved picnics. We had spent a glorious evening together, reflecting on the glory and goodness of God.


Diversity in My Own Backyard

I read enough comments about the Oscars yesterday to know I had made a wiser use of time by considering the diversity God has shown me recently in Hawaii and in Alaska. But travel is not possible for many, so I decided to share some of God’s spectacular showcase here in my own back year. The Wolfe’s Den, my husband’s dream realized, is a log cabin resting on 4.1 acres of rocky terrain in the far western corner of Maryland. Winding Ridge includes 29 parcels of property, 15 with homes on them and 7 homes with year-round residents.

In the winter of 2009-10, we received 260 inches of snow, but most winters average around 200 inches. Spring, however, pours out multitudinous shades of green. Ireland claims 60 hues; I daresay we can identify about 40 greens here in Garrett County.

DCF 1.0

Admittedly, spring can play tricks on us, as demonstrated by the Queen of Night purple tulips below. They started to bloom by April 15th … and then lay in deep snow when a late storm hit on April 23rd.



The halcyon days of summer arrive, bringing my favorite bird, the blue bunting….


and the variety of butterflies we coax in with perennials like wild phlox, native to zones four and five.




Sometimes, God surprises me with plants that spring up because a bird has deposited seeds or bees have brought something along for the ride as they search for pollen. Such was the case last spring when Dave discovered this Lady Slipper blooming in the yard.


But summer yields to autumn, the time the Master Designer turns into Artist Divine.


The woodpecker pecks out every last membrane of the orange; he knows the seasons are changing.


The trees change colors before releasing their leaves, the mums flourish, and the pumpkins fatten in the fields…


Before we even turn the calendar to see winter’s approach, next summer’s butterfly prepares by forming its chrysalis.



And before I realize it, I’m standing on the porch, amazed at the tenacity and beauty of the cardinal perched comfortably on a limb amid howling winds and driving snow.

Having a question about a Creator God big enough to handle your difficulties? Somehow, looking at God’s infinite care, expansive diversity, and breath-taking beauty His Spirit calls me back to realize His enormity. Then I again bask in His love for me, regardless of the season of life I currently face.