4:27 - 31degress - 1/23/26 I sit in my rocker underneath the overhang on my small redwood porch, with a heater under my chair and a blanket over my lap. Darkness surrounds me. I can see Venus shimmering through the fir tree standing proudly in front of me. I can see the shadows of the forest far beyond and the old oak tree with its straggly arms reaching far into the night sky. I drink my coffee and am content to know God is with me as always. I believe he enjoys this morni

Each day offers a quiet invitation - a chance to pause, breathe, and look inward. I have found that embracing this invitation through daily reflections has gently transformed my life. It is a simple practice, yet it holds a profound power to deepen our understanding of ourselves and the world around us. When I take a moment to write down my thoughts, feelings, and experiences, I feel a soft unfolding of clarity and peace. This is the heart of journaling reflections - a sacred

There is something deeply comforting about beginning the day with a moment of stillness and connection. When I wake up, I don’t just reach for my phone or rush into the day’s tasks. Instead, I pause. I invite a gentle calm to settle in my heart. This pause is my spiritual nourishment, a quiet time to meet the divine and set a peaceful tone for the hours ahead. It is a practice that has transformed my mornings and, in turn, my life. Spiritual morning practices are not about pe

Each day offers a quiet invitation to pause, breathe, and look inward. I have found that embracing this gentle pause through daily reflections has transformed my life in ways I never expected. It is a simple practice, yet its power is profound. When I take a moment to write down my thoughts, feelings, and experiences, I open a door to deeper understanding and peace. This is the heart of journaling reflections, a practice that nurtures the soul and strengthens our connection t

There is something deeply comforting about beginning the day with a moment of stillness and connection. When I wake up, I don’t just reach for my phone or rush into the chaos of the day. Instead, I pause. I invite a gentle calm to settle in my heart. This pause is my spiritual nourishment, a quiet time to meet the divine and center myself before the world pulls me in every direction. It’s a practice that has transformed my mornings and, in turn, my life. Embracing Spiritual M

Our Legacy 5:20 a.m. 1/19/26 29 degrees. I sit in my rocker on my small redwood porch underneath the overhang with a heater under my chair and a blanket over my lap. I am quite warm and content to sit in the quiet morning of this pristine wilderness. There is an incredible spirituality that comes with the silence of the snow. The breeze blows gently, and its chill touches my face. Once more, I sit in wonder at God's majesty. 5:40 I sip my coffee and know that he is here wi

There is something deeply soothing about the early hours of the day. The world feels quieter, softer, and more open to gentle whispers of the heart. For me, these moments have become sacred—a time to connect with God and nurture my spirit before the day unfolds. Creating a morning routine with God is not about rushing or checking off tasks. It is about inviting peace, presence, and purpose into the start of each day. In this post, I want to share how I have woven spiritual mo

There is something quietly powerful about the first moments of the day. When the world is still soft with dawn, and the air feels fresh with possibility, it is a perfect time to pause and connect with something greater than ourselves. For me, this sacred pause has become a daily ritual—a gentle invitation to start my day with intention and peace. It is a practice I call breakfast with God , a time to nourish not just the body but the soul. This morning ritual is more than jus

Embracing God's Presence: A morning reflection Sitting Quiet 4:49 - 33degees - 1/8/26. I sit in my old rocker underneath the overhang of my small redwood porch. The still large moon shines meaningfully through the pines. My Cedar Fir stands tall and glorious with her branches light and soft, swaying gently in the early morning darkness. All the creatures of nature seem to be still asleep. I sit in complete darkness and quiet with a

Each day offers a quiet invitation to pause, breathe, and look inward. In the gentle stillness of reflection, I find a sacred space where my thoughts settle like soft leaves on a calm pond. This practice of daily reflection has become a cherished ritual, a way to nurture my spirit and deepen my connection with the divine. Through spiritual journaling practices, I have discovered a path to inner peace and clarity that feels both grounding and uplifting. The Gentle Art of Spiri

A TROUBLED HEART 3:30 a.m. - 27degrees -12/31/25. I sit warm on my rocking chair, under the overhang on my small redwood porch. It is the last day of the year, and this morning I sit with a troubled heart. What was once beautiful to me now seems dull and dim. It has lost the luster it had yesterday. For now, I see it through a troubled heart, which, as you know, changes everything. Yet I know that Jesus meets us in the darkness as well as the light. We have only to reach for

Each day offers a quiet invitation to pause, breathe, and look inward. I have found that using daily reflections as a gentle practice can open doors to deeper understanding and personal growth. It is like tending a small garden within my soul, where each thought and feeling is a seed waiting to bloom. Reflective journaling techniques have become my trusted companions on this journey, helping me nurture a more peaceful and spiritually connected life. Embracing Reflective Journ

Finding Peace in Nature's Embrace 5:59 a.m. - 12/27/25 - 30 degrees. I sit on my rocker under the overhang on my front porch, warmed by the heater beneath my chair. Once again, I feel blessed to witness God's majesty and enjoy the wonder of it all. I gaze out upon carpets of white, with trees encased in the sweet sugar of nature. My fir tree stands a few feet away, its branches weighed down by puffs of cotton. I watch as she sways gently in the breeze, showcasing her jewels.

5::15 a.m. 12/26/25 21 degrees. Christmas is over, but the spirit lives on. I am surrounded by darkness. However, I am still warm sitting on my rocker underneath the overhang on my small front porch. The wind blows hard and knocks at my frame, an eerie feeling, but welcome still. Death is on my mind this morning. I wrestle with wanting to be with my Father ( God) and the fear of the unknown. I know that as long as I continue this journey, one day the fear will be gone. 5

VIII 5:00 a.m. 12/24/25 38 degrees. Sitting in my rocker under the overhang, warm and cozy in my little corner of the porch. Today is the Eve of Jesus' birth, so I begin with thanks for God coming to earth in the form of Jesus to show us how to live, to treat each other, and most of all to carry our sins to the cross so we could have a stairway to Heaven. So today I celebrate Jesus's birth. I know the greatest gift I can give him is to love my neighbor as he has loved me.

A Winter's Blessing VII 5:04 a.m. 12/14/25 This morning, I am blessed with a blanket of white as I sit in my rocker underneath the overhang of my snow-covered porch. I feel warm from the heater under my chair. What a blessing it is to experience God's majesty in the deafening silence of the snow. I say my prayers and thank God for His ever-presence. The Cedar Fir stands tall in front of me, dressed in God's glory. Her branches gently sway low underneath their heaviness. She s

VI 12/7/25 6:09 a.m., 28 degrees, I am again out on my rocker, covered up and warm. The full moon shines through a grey/blue sky, revealing itself through the branches of the Cedar Fir. It reminds me of how big God really is. He is like the sun, Larger than all things, whether they be of earth or the universe. He shines his healing warmth down on every living thing throughout the world, whether they deserve it or not. Some are thankful for the warmth, energy, and light, whi

V 11/29/25. 4:52 a.m. 36 degrees. I sit in my famous rocker, under the overhang on my small redwood porch, wrapped in my blanket with a small heater under my chair. It is amazing how warm I feel. I am surrounded by darkness. I hear the pitter-patter of little feet in the bushes just beyond the great fir tree, just a few feet away. My curiosity is piqued as to what might show up. I thank God for answering my prayers once again. He is always there. All you have to do is ask and

1V 11/16/2025; 5:00 a.m. and 53 degrees. I sit in my familiar rocking chair, under the overhang on my redwood porch. It rained last night. The air smells of moist, fresh earth. The Cedar Fir across from me moves ever so gently in the soft breeze. It is a lot warmer this morning, reminiscent of spring. I say my prayers and thank God for all his blessings. Then I let him know my troubles and needs. The Cedar Fir moves delicately as if it were talking to me. 6:01 The darkness is