storytime

faith like a child

the other day as I held Little M, reading her books, she looks up and begins to count the freckles on my face. One after the other, she counts, “Sparkle. Sparkle. Another sparkle. Sparkles”. The beauty of innocence is joyful fascination and gladness to see and speak of beauty.

dearest ukraine

While staying inside from the cool winds swirling over South Florida. I had plenty of time to rest and edit through the first 2 rolls of film (of 30) from Ukraine. Here is a tiny sneak peak. 

Savannah looks unto Kiev

the winds of change

Tropical Storm Fay is by the Florida Keys. The intense beauty of the low clouds reaching across the expanse is unlike anything I have yet to see. It’s a beautiful night. The winds blow yet everything is calm in the LORD’s presence. The rain comes in blankets, layers of water. Father God’s hand covers me.  Thanks for all your prayers!