May 12, 2025

Known by the One Who Made Wings

My patience was really tested by that butterfly,” my husband said.

He had gone for a bike ride while I was resting, and came back with photos — for me.

A common blue. A male.
Its upper wings, bright sky blue — but only visible in flight. The underside: soft grey, delicate black dots, and a curved line of tiny orange crescents. A butterfly no bigger than a coin, and yet so intricately designed.

It lives a short life — sometimes just a week. And still, it carries pollen from flower to flower. It’s not a “top pollinator” like the bee, but it plays its part. 

Carefully made.
By the One
who stretches out the heavens
and shapes the butterfly wing.

I looked at the photo. And I remembered what Jesus said — about lilies, about sparrows, and how we are not to be anxious. 

“Follow Me,” He said,
“and do not worry.

Not a single sparrow falls outside the Father’s care.
So neither does this little butterfly.

I don’t need to oversee where it’s going.
I just need to follow Him.
Today is enough. 🕊️

A meditation on Matthew 10:29–31

May 09, 2025

Friday’s Fave Five – Better Late Than Never

I really wanted to join Friday’s Fave Five — but I was just too tired that day.

Now my post is finally up, a little late, but full of gratitude.
I’m glad I can still join in.


  1. ☀️ The sun shining through the almost-summer-green oak leaves against a clear blue sky — such simple beauty that lifts my heart.

  2. 📖 Reading Mark’s Gospel in the garden. The moment where Jesus sighs as He heals the deaf man struck me deeply. It felt like the sigh of God’s heart — full of sorrow and fierce compassion. I’ve been feeling physically weak lately, but He notices. He is the Rock beneath my trembling feet. One day, no more sighs. No pain. No tears. No fear.

  3. 💐 A sweet Mother’s Day bouquet from my youngest — he gave it on Saturday “because I couldn’t hide it under my bed.” That made me laugh.  You can see one flower in the first photo, that lovely pink bellflower 🌸.

  4. 🧦 Compression socks from my other son — a thoughtful and caring gift, hoping to ease some of the symptoms I’ve been struggling with.

  5. 🦋 And a photo from my husband of a tiny Icarus blue butterfly — such a delicate reminder of God’s creativity, and how He notices even the smallest things.

So much grace, even in fragile days. Some days are simply harder than others — and honestly, don’t we all have days like that?


How precious then to pause and look for the gold that still shines through: the little and the big blessings God keeps giving. 

Written on a quiet Monday morning — but sneakily backdated to Friday, because that’s when I meant to post it. 😉

May 06, 2025

Sometimes We’re Too Afraid

I saw something on the forest path.

“A snake!”
My heart skipped a beat. 

But when I looked more closely, it turned out to be a slow worm.
Not a snake. No danger.
Just a legless lizard, harmless and still.



It made me think.

Sometimes I react out of fear,
before I even know if what I feel is true.
Often, we’re more afraid than we need to be.

And it’s not just creatures in the grass.
Sometimes something hard crosses our path.
Heavy. Unexpected.
And our first thought might be:
this is too much. help, I’m scared... I’ll never get through this.

But we don’t have to carry it alone.
God sees it.
He knows our fear, our breathlessness, our questions.
He doesn’t always take the weight away right away.
But He stays close.

And I remind myself: this is where I need to abide.

That word — abide — is the one I chose (or maybe it chose me) this year.
It calls me back, again and again.
Not to rush, not to flee, not to fix —
but simply to stay with Him.
To remain in His nearness, especially when I feel overwhelmed.

“When I am afraid, I put my trust in You.”
Psalm 56:4


🧠 What looks like a “snake” in your life right now—something that startles you, but might not be as dangerous as it seems?

May 02, 2025

Friday’s Fave Five – First Week of May

It’s Friday, and I’m feeling the need to slow down. I’ve been dealing with some physical issues lately, so I want to take a quiet moment to reflect. 

💖 I’m joining Susanne now, at Living to Tell the Story to cultivate gratitude by pausing to remember the good things of the week.


Maybe these things seem small, but they matter. God is good in the everyday.


1. Writing simple blog posts
This week I wrote some simple blogs, using thoughts from earlier Instagram posts. That made it easier—when you already have a little base, it flows more naturally.
Tip: If you have Instagram, write small posts about what you experience, and turn them into a blog later!

2. Short walks despite dizziness
I went for walks, even though I felt dizzy. Just little pieces at a time. I'm thankful that I could still go outside. Spring is so beautiful now… for me, it feels like a kind of rising from the dead.


3. A message that mattered
I had a nice app conversation with someone this week (twice). Just a few words, but they meant something. I’m thankful for how God can use even a small chat to bring light into a day.

4. Sunshine, coffee, and a squirrel mug
The sun was shining, and I sat outside in my garden chair with a warm cup of coffee. I used my favorite mug—the one with the little squirrel on it. That moment felt like pure joy.


5. The beauty of flowers
I saw some beautiful flowers outside a flower shop this week (see the first photo). I felt so thankful. Flowers are little signs of God’s beauty and kindness.

What is one thing you are thankful for this week? 💛

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I’m also linking this post to Sweet Tea & Friend's May 2025

April 23, 2025

A Little Joy in a Dizzy Month

What two potted flowers taught me about love, waiting, and unexpected joy

For the past four weeks, I haven’t dared to walk alone.
Not because of fear, exactly. But because of a quiet, persistent dizziness — the kind that makes the world feel just slightly off balance. Enough to keep me home, even when the sun is out.


And I miss the outside.

So last week, my husband brought me flowers.
Two little chrysanthemums in soft, cheerful pots. One yellow and rust, the other pink and white. He didn’t just grab them on a whim. He’d been watching for days — passing the flower stand, scanning every row — but nothing seemed right.

“I waited,” he told me, “until I saw ones that felt like you.

He saw me — not just the need for something bright, but me, as I was. That’s love, isn’t it? Not waiting for strength to return, not needing me to stand tall first. Just being there — in the days when the room spun and I didn’t. When everything was slower, quieter. When I wasn’t overflowing with life, but simply present, barely. And still, He brought beauty. Gently. Not because I was okay, but because he loved me — even there. Especially there.


These chrysanthemums now stand on the table where the sunlight falls just right.
They don't stop the dizziness. But they speak — of care, of tenderness, of being known.

And something in me steadies.

I keep taking pictures. Not because I need them — but because beauty invites attention. And because when someone loves you like that, you want to remember it.

Even more than that, I see God’s hand through it. In this quiet month of slow days and off-balance mornings, I keep receiving small glimmers of joy: a verse at just the right time, a kind message, a good article — and now, these two little flowers.


"In the multitude of anxious thoughts within me, Your consolations brought delight to my soul." (Psalm 94:19)

🌱 Have you received a small joy lately — one that helped you keep going?