Reflection of Trees in Pond Painting by Greg Storer

Any tree is a splendid gift from God.  We and trees have much in common.  We both have cells to grow.  We need water to develop, the environment affects us and we reproduce and die.  The Cypress trees of Provence, the Acacia of Israel and the mini forest of oak trees surrounding my home all speak to me – awestruck.  Yet, the Dogwood tree that once flourished in the backyard, but was struck by lightning still mesmerizes me.  Its bleached bark and stunned branches shout out ‘don’t cut me down, I am still beautiful, always looking at you with love.”  And so, each morning I greet my Dogwood with a loving prayer.

All the trees in the world are our good neighbors, and if we love all trees rightly, then we are loving God.

I hope you have a certain tree that speaks to you.



A Short Story

Connecting The Dots To Life’s Mysteries

Have you ever asked God to explain something inexplicable, then all of a sudden, your mind begins to connect the dots?  I can’t help but write about this mysterious visitation.  It started years ago on a weekend retreat seeking answers, healing, when I envisioned  “Infant Jesus” sitting on the bed, royally arrayed as in the image above.  We had a delightful long chat in French but since then regret any knowledge of what we shared.  As the chilly morning woke me up, I noticed the door ajar, leapt out to see if anyone was in the hallway; no, not a soul, yet recollecting I had locked the door before going to sleep.  Why was it now opened???

Since that dream I have queried God on and off.  Then yesterday someone gave me a pamphlet with the same image of Infant Jesus.  The image brought me joy to recognize the statue a dear friend had given me a while back.  Might this be a sign for an answer to my conversation with Jesus? I quickly drove to the park to read the booklet.  The story is worth repeating.

Devotion to the Infant Jesus began in the 17th century when a Spanish princess presented this statue to a Carmelite convent in Prague.  Her prophetic words were:  “As long as you venerate this image you will not be in want.”  As this devotion waned the community declined, northern invaders sacked the region and destroyed the convent.  In the mayhem, the statue was thrown behind an altar on a heap of rubbish forgotten for seven years.  Peace eventually returned to the region and the people acquired a new statue, yet their petitions were to no avail.  The Prior searched behind the ruined altar and dug up the original statue, had the hands repaired and the community began to thrive again.

Connecting the dots…here is what startled me…“Both hands were broken off by the fall…OMG, I said to myself, ” Thank You! Infant Jesus, you have just repaired my right hand in these several months!  Just maybe, when we were chatting on that cold morning, were you assuring me that no matter what happens to me, You will protect me?  Today, I shout ‘obviously,’ because I literally survived two prior horrific accidents. Whatever Jesus promised, he has kept his word.  Thrice humbled am I a survivor…because of the Divine Infant Jesus…OMG!

Aren’t we all searching for answers in response to what happens to us?  If you are trying to connect your dots and haven’t yet found them, Infant Jesus is preparing them; they are on the way…patience is key.


…remember…”The more you honor Me, the more I will bless you,” said Jesus.

…If you have a likely story, do share it with us…

…Love shared makes us sacred people…sincerely, your scribe for love…


Two Short Stories

Finding a Treasure

John and his friend ‘June Bug’ were playing catch football on a steamy summer day.  The glaring sunshine made John miss the ball falling into the nearby dumpster.  As he plunged his lean body into the metal rim, a familiar sound emerged — a back and forth thrashing…OMG! exclaimed John as he noticed a baby still with its umbilical cord.  He ran fast to tell his mother, the fire department soon came and rescued the abandoned baby — it never cried.  My beloved John was 14 years old when he saved a baby.

God at Work

Growing up in the country led to many wild adventures for John and his siblings.   Stoning snakes to death with boulders, evading wild hogs, bobcats and skunks was their favorite pastime.

What was even more exciting was traipsing on the Ft. Benning military reservation and playing with unexploded munitions — not knowing they were dangerous!  When John enlisted in the Army and returned to these same woods for military exercises, he learned from the drill sergeant that just a slight vibration could detonate the explosives he had played with as a youngster. Another OMG! moment.

How gracious God was to preserve my Beloved’s life in his youth – just for me!


“God will never leave your side, not even for an instant.”

Freeman Smith



A Short Story by March Chernoff

“One warm evening many years ago…”

“After spending nearly every waking minute with Angel for 8 days, I knew that I had to tell her just one thing.  At night just before she fell asleep, I whispered in her ear.  She smiled and she said, “When I’m 75 and I think about my life and what it was like to be young, I hope that I can remember this very moment.”

“She closed here eyes and fell asleep.  The room was peaceful, almost silent.  All I could hear was the soft purr of her breathing.  I stayed awake thinking about the time we’d spent together and all the choices in our lives that made this moment possible.  At some point I realized that it didn’t matter what we’d done or where we’d gone.  Nor did the future hold any significance.”

“All that mattered was the serenity of the moment.  Just being with her and breathing with her.”


…what a poignant story about relishing the present moment…!

…Do you think differently now…?




Short Story


Imagine her girlish gaze upon a gurgling brook streaming down the French Alps.  She is thoroughly refreshed by the pure icy flow and marvels how her childhood is a grace shower from God who forms her destiny. Growing up in a loving, adventurous family, it was easy to travel through Europe and embrace varying cultures.  This springboard was her first place to own propelling herself into an unexpected adult life.

Psalm 24 asks: “Who shall climb the mountain of the Lord?”  I WILL, dear Lord, once fledgling wife and mother despite a rocky marriage.  No choice but to climb over the stones of abuse, ending in divorce for freedom or else she would die!  She couldn’t yet see God’s invisible hands stopping her from drowning – this her second place to own because it was full of miracles.

Psalm 24 continues in asking: “Who will stand in His holy place?”  I WILL, dear Lord for He branded her heart as a ‘daughter of Jerusalem,’ happily remarried, strong, surrounded by holy friendships and now is her current place to own – giving God thanks daily for His utmost joy…until she breathes her last.


Wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas


Window Panes of Life

Zaza’s Continuing Saga

November 26, 2018

The view through Zaza’s window pane of life is rapidly changing especially with a less restricted cast on her wrist.  Her fingers are more exposed wanting to join her left companion, but she still can’t pull, twist or open things – 7 weeks behind means closer to physical therapy so she can drive again…foreseeing the taste of freedom of will to be ever so measured.

What’s so amazing – or not – is her heightened spirituality and closeness to the Most High.  Her birthday wish now fulfilled to draw closer to HIM is at hand, literally.  She thanks Him for such a gentle trial purifying her essence to be His bride.  She no longer has ‘to do’ everything by herself.  Her focus is to rest in Him, then come what may.  He reminds her this is her Christmas gift, her season for ‘restoration’ in all things – relationships and good providence.  Yes indeed!  A Christmas Restoration of body, mind, heart and soul…inconvenience and suffering all worth it…Praise God, Alleluia!


Thank you for following her saga…to be continued next Monday

outdoor jewels

“We all are in the hands of HIM who writes straight on our crooked lines”

by Pope Benedict XVI







Black Rose

Short Story

Black Rose –  You dare remind me of him – too charming to befriend!  Without notice he would fly in from Copenhagen to Frankfurt to dine with me.  This happened many moons ago.  Our rendezvous were surreal, always platonic.  Then one day we met among friends when he introduced me to his wife.  The enigma revealed – his handsomeness turned hallow and I vanished  with a smile!

“Beauty is power; a smile is its sword.”

QUOTE by Charles Reade