The River
I stood gazing at the river. Deep and silently it flowed, but it was alive and purposeful; no murky depths of
An artist talks about what she sees and relates it to her faith in the living God
Things so remarkable I remarked on them
I stood gazing at the river. Deep and silently it flowed, but it was alive and purposeful; no murky depths of
Today we were doing a bit of spring gardening and consequently found these little girls hidden away in the shed.
Petrina Written 2014 After watching this rather interesting film, ‘Now You See Me’, I realised God was speaking to me
But as I edged towards the gates they simply opened up for me and I was able to drive straight in! … Continue readingThe Closed Gate
Seeing the light stream through this window so dramatically caused me to ponder. My attention was drawn, not to the
Today as I walked in stillness along the beach longing to hear God speak, I started to sing a simple
Initially I posted this image as a blog without words because I felt it spoke for itself. But since then
God’s heart for the lost, lonely and abandoned. … Continue readingThe Abandoned Chicken
He proceeded to take out a blade and he cut away all those beautifully shaped hair ends and reshaped it into something else, and my spirit cringed within me. I remember this well but never applied it because why would one abuse what a craftsman had already made so perfectly for it’s purpose? Far better to select a suitable brush. … Continue readingThe Old Brush
I’ve been given an old violin. It’s worn and damaged, but I have a feeling it might produce a