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Just Another Deep Footprint In The Snow


Such is
a way of life--
Such am I.

I am no one
Yet I live
here and now.
I may have
a name
from which society
beckons me
or a number
which captors
thrust upon me
but none justify
that I am

I am
just another
deep footprint in the snow.

I am
the bottom,
the epitome of'
all loathing
and disgust.
Even love
in this world
is a
I can't afford.

I am just
a shell,
a shell
that takes up space.
A shell
that is the untouchable
of our

I know
there is
there's hope.
But hope
this time
can't get by
these walls.
Pandora's Box
has opened,
but none
close it.

It will
open to the
at the bottom of
her ark
lies hope.

Dimly lit,
as it might
with a slight

Sure people
lock it
or shut
it out
of their hearts,
but it will always be there,
just waiting.
by Andrew


If I could go back home
And sleep
In my own bed,
It would not be the

If I could play
With my family and friends,
It would not be the

If I could fall into
My mother's arms of joy,
It w…

multitude monday-rsvp

respondez s'il vous plait--this is a little hint for the thing I am most thankful for this week

for front porch plants to water

for my morning cup of coffee--oh, I said that before?
well, then for the old Texaco insulated coffee cups that keep it piping hot! I've been using this cup for probably 20 years--maybe longer. Does anyone remember when they first came out?

Oh, you are a Phillips fan? Well, I can't leave them out. This one doesn't go as far back as the one above but I love it just as much. Don't you just love the old Route 66 signs?

My church--I know I said that before but I have to say it again. Our service yesterday was beyond incredible. No one wanted to leave.

for beautiful Korean art--this was attached to the homework of one of my son's students

for candlelight dinner with friends this week

for light that filters through trees, I know I said that last week, didn't I? But it is so, so beautiful! And it is a different picture!

for light that shines through …

Weekend Worship

come into the Holy of Holies, enter by the Blood of the Lamb

Come into the Holy Of Holies Enter by the Blood of the Lamb.

Just for a moment while you are here, If you can, forget the cares of the world, Ask God's Holy Spirit to filll you with His love and His presence. Bask in His love, the warm balm of His comfort, For He cares for you deeply and seeks, even yearns, for a deep intimate relationship with you.

Father God, bless each one that worships here today. May this be a peaceful place, full of grace and gentleness, an oasis from the cares of the world.

We have heard the joyful sound:
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
Spread the tidings all around:
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!
Bear the news to every land,
Climb the steeps and cross the waves;
Onward!--'tis our Lord's command;
Jesus saves! Jesus saves!

Waft it on the rolling tide,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves;
Tell to sinners far and wide,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves;
Sing, ye islands of the sea,
Echo back, ye ocean caves;
Earth shall keep her jubilee,
Jesus saves,…

the 3m company

student praying allowed--even encouraged

I visited the school where four of my grandchildren attend and was delighted to see this poster hanging in one of the classrooms. I loved the individual requests that had been placed on it in the form of little yellow sticky notes.
The little yellow sticky note--where would we be without it?--thank goodness for the 3M company and the guy who invented them.
3M--Minnesota Mining and Manufacturing--
But 3M to me is Master, Maker, Minister--the 3 in 1--I know where I would be without Him.

the sights of the season--football season that is--

Kendall at "Meet the Eagles" night.

First 3-way scrimmage

My favorite number

My favorite grandson

My only grandson

Kendall is to the far left playing safety.

just traveling along, singing a song, side by side

Many years ago, I was sitting in church between my husband and my six year old son. I was holding hands with both. It struck me at that moment in time how the image of our hands represented the Christian walk. On one side, my husband's bigger, stronger hand encapsulated my weaker, smaller hand but on the other side my stronger, bigger hand embraced the weaker, smaller hand of my son.
So it is in the Christian walk I think. There is always someone who has blazed the trail before us, studied the Bible longer, knows more scripture, is wiser, more mature than we--those "someones" who are there to lift us up, to quote that "just needed" verse to us. But likewise, there is always someone who is weaker or newer in the faith than we, someone who needs our stronger, steadier, more mature hand, someone who needs to hear an encouraging, uplifting word from us. So never be discouraged where you are in this walk with Christ. There is always someone to minister to and someone…

The Camp is Cold

The Camp is Cold

It's cold in this camp.
There is no heat.
The gruel is cold.
The bread is cold and black.
My life is cold.
Too cold to live.

by Marc

The Holocaust

Weak and pale, we live each day,
No hope left in our eyes;
God cannot hear the psalms we pray,
Drowned out by anguished cries.

We live in filth and constant fear,
Of illogical reprise;
Each dawn brings cold death more near,
The sunlight in disguise.

What have I done to earn this strife,
My crime . . . to be a Jew;
I'm subject to their sordid life,
The madness of a few.

So many gone and more to die,
The future seems so bleak;
Amid the suffering throng I lie,
An end to this we seek.

Yet when the sands have all but run,
When all have lost their will;
Our hearts will rise in unison,
We are stronger still.

by Madison

This is a continuation of the writings my 7th grade students did after we studied The Holocaust.
Marc helped us to see the starkness of these death camps. Madison gave us new hope for the future amidst a hopeless backdrop.

multitude monday-thoughts to ponder

for grandchildren swinging

for thoughts to ponder

for blue jean jackets

for freckles

for naturally curly hair

for the sunlight filtering through distant trees

for hands that grasp

for cool, crisp autumn-like days

for cameras that capture priceless, once-in-a-lifetime moments

for scripture that says,"And if God cares so wonderfully for flowers that are here today and gone tomorrow, won't he more surely care for you?"

photo-my granddaughter Kennedy
scripture passage from Matthew 6, The Living Bible
blessings #21-30 posted in community with

mud pies

i can't believe i ate the whole thing!

Did you ever make a mud pie when you were little? Looking back I wonder what was so intriging about them. True, we got to play in water; true, we got to play in some dirt; true, they did look amazingly like my grandmother's pies except mine were little individual pies. Sadly we couldn't partake of their delectable goodness.

Speaking of my grandmother's pies brings to mind this little incident that has been told on my Aunt Frances. I think she was about 7 or 8 years old when this happened.

It seems that my grandmother had just baked two of her out of this world, creamy, flaky-crusted, heavenly (I hope you are getting the picture here) chocolate pies and set them in the window sill to cool AFTER reminding everybody to stay out of them and not touch them until suppertime. (Well, that's what it was called back then.)

My aunt, being overcome with the temptation of it all, proceeded to consume a piece of one of the pies. Knowing that sh…

special delivery

the guy who came to deliver the grill--middle aged with old hands


I received a thank you note a couple of days ago. My niece who is my namesake, Lindsay Dianne, got married June 6th. She was writing to thank us for the dinner plates we bought her as a wedding gift two and a half months ago. Now, I have never been a stickler on thank you notes--I guess because I was always horrible at writing them in a timely manner. And after all, she had already thanked us in person so what does a hand-written note add to that? But....

But I thought--good little southern girls have them in the mail before the attendees get home from the showers--and it really is a good thing, a gracious thing, the thing to do--but I am just not made that way. And yes, discipline is one of the areas of my life that I struggle with daily.

I did have to smile a little though when on the back of the thank you note envelope was the message "Retroactive 6-6-09." Even if I was an ole aunt saturated with southern etiquette through and through, I think I would have smiled also.

And I…

the place

the place a secret spot not yet destroyed by city concrete. She loves to go there, especially in the Fall.
Just one step inside the trees and you can understand beauty and what it's really all about.
When she's there she lets her emotions take over and she dances.
There's no need for music. The wind, the water, and the rustling of the leaves create their own symphony.
Rays of sun break through the chill and become her spotlights.
Earthy browns and greens, vibrant reds and oranges of the changing leaves are her background.
All of this is her stage, This place, in the middle of a concrete world, where she can express the joy in the beauty around her.
This beautiful poem was written by Audrey, one of my 7th grade students several years ago. Photo-Japanese maple in my back yard shot last week.

dances with wolves

question of the century

some get rained out


sneak preview

A few months ago I received a very humbling honor. I was asked to be one of the artists to participate in the Arkansas Heart Ball. Compared to some, I am relatively a newbie to this world of being an "artist." And I have to admit, it has been very hard to call myself an artist.

I had to make the decision of whether to do that one day about 3 years ago when a painting of mine was chosen to hang in an exhibit sponsored by Mid-southern Watercolorists. At that point in time my 9 year old granddaughter questioned me, "Mimi, are you an artist?" I remember having to make a split-section decision at that moment. And I said, "Yes, Sweetheart, your Mimi is an artist."

I was astounded that those words had actually come out of my mouth and I almost felt guilty--UNTIL I started thinking about our Creator and the FACT that we are created in His Image. I think He has placed inside all of us the ability to create and the need to create. It takes many forms--the surgeon, th…

Light fades angels appear

Recently, company from Chicago remarked about the plaque hanging in her condominium bedroom. It read:

Light fades, stars appear,
Evening angels gather near.

In Revelation 21:23 we read:
23 The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light , and the Lamb is its lamp.

In scripture we read that Jesus is the Lamb of God. It is hard for our minds to fathom this concept of no sun or moon, yet, we know that only Christ brings true light into our lives. And we know that God created the stars and calls each one by name.

Psalms 147:4 He determines the number of stars and calls them each by name.NIV Another concept hard to grasp--especially if you’ve ever gazed at the black velvet sky plastered with multitudes of stars .

Are we (made in His likeness) not much more important to Him than the stars?

We also know that God sends angels to protect us.

Psalms 91:9-16

9 If you make the Most High your dwelling —
even the LORD, who is my …

Passion of the Christ

As I thought back on The Passion of the Christ, two things kept coming to my mind—Mary, the mother of Jesus watching her son in the process of dying, and Jesus carrying the heavy cross until finally he fell under the weight. I was struck by the thought that the weight of the cross on His back did not begin to compare to the weight of our sin upon His heart.

In the movie, As I watched Mary watch Jesus, my heart was wrenched. Not only was she his earthly mother, but He was her Savior also.

There is no way that I can identify with the sufferings of my Jesus. Although thankful from the literal depths of my heart, it is still incomprehensible to me.

I can, however, identify somewhat, if in a very small measure to how Mary must have suffered watching her son and her Savior. In this analogy, I intend in no way to bring glory to Mary but to share her example with you.

In the movie as Mary is watching Jesus’ sufferings, she flashes back to a time when he was small and fell down and hurt himsel…

around the next corner


In the new testament Paul says and I would like for us to focus on these verses today:

Philippians 3:7-14

7 But whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ. 8 What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ 9 and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ — the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith. 10 I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, 11 and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead.

12 Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. 13 Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have …

ash wednesday

Today's NIV Scripture Verses on GOSHEN-- The last sentence in the prayer for today really spoke to my heart--"Please receive my actions, words, and thoughts today as an offering of praise to you." That really made me stop and think.

It reminded me of a day a few years ago when I was teaching at a Catholic school. Of course, we had mass for the students once a week and I was expected to go. Not being a member of the Catholic church myself, I could not partake of communion. However, when Easter arrived, I was encouraged to go forward to receive the sign of the cross in ashes on my forehead. Most of my Catholic teacher friends had received this cross every Ash Wednesday for most of their lives and did not think much about it.

For me, however, it was a very emotional time. I cried off and on all day. It was such a privilege for me to wear this symbol of our salvation. I actually was advertising that I was a follower of Jesus Christ. I might as well have had a billboa…

my heart is heavy

My heart is heavy, Lord, with the weight of this burden—
It seems I’ve been carrying it for so long.

I give it to you and then it seems I want to pick it up again and carry it by myself.

When will I learn, Lord, that you really meant what you said,
“Cast all your care upon me for I care for you.”

When will I learn, Lord, that your shoulders are wide and strong?

another look at psalm 23


When my Ladies' Bible Study leader asked us to read Psalm 23 five times a day for the next week, I was somewhat disappointed. Not because I don't enjoy studying the Bible, for that was one of my main goals for the summer after nine months of classroom teaching, but because I had memorized that scripture as a child of four and through the years had heard many sermons preached from that text.

After the first morning of study and the first revelation from the Holy Spirit, I became more and more excited about what it might have to say that I personally had never discerned.
Psalm 23
1 The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.
I decided to start with the first line and the word SHEPHERD. I looked up passages in the Bible and was amazed to see (with spiritual eyes for the first time) that right before Moses saw the buring bush, angels, and heard the voice of God telling him to take off his sandals because he was on Holy Ground, he wa…

Hope for the grieving

My Prayer
Lord, I take this opportunity to praise you
Even though I feel very dry within myself--
A desert that is cracked and barren, where plants
that once thrived have now become parched and shriveled--
that is how my soul feels--
Do I know beyond a shadow of any doubt that someday
that same barren, cracked, parched land will
flow with rivers of milk and honey? Yes, I know that--
My faith knows that from years of experience,
but my heart cries out to be released from all its sin,
its ugliness, its resentments and hatreds, bitterness, and jealousy--
My heart cries out to praise from a pure heart once again,
To praise my God from a heart of pure devotion,
from total and complete commitment to Him,
My heart longs to be a heart of flesh and
not a heart of stone--
A heart that has been circumcised to all the file
and filthy things of the world we live in--
A heart where no area examined will expose anything
except cleanliness, no impure thoughts,
only righteousness, justice, and mercy.

God's Response

The …

Lord You Are

Lord, to me you are the perfect flower, flawless beauty perfect little wildflower
You are the strength of a massive waterfall--
You are a vast canopy of sparkling stars,
An ocean whose waves never cease,
A mountain of refuge,
a river of delight flowing ever so gently
Carving out depths of wisdom in your children,
A rainbow whose beauty covers the whole Earth.

Oh, God, when I consider the works of your hands,
I am in total awe of you, but more than that, Father, when
I consider that you want a relationship with me,
that you delight in me conversing with you,
I cannot comprehend.

Father, grant today that I would stop and smell the flowers,
That I would look up and depend on your strength--not mine,
That I would seek out your rivers of wisdom,
And that I would reflect all the facets of your love
to those around me.

Dianne McDaniel Hogue, 1998

the craving place revisited

pilgrimage-journey to a sacred place--this old sofa is not a sacred place-the sacred place is the point where my spirit and God's Spirit intersect-

nevertheless, this old sofa beckons me each morning because it has a history with me and God--

the table always hosts a cup of steaming coffee, the sunlight filters through the dining room window, (when I taught school there was no sunlight filtering through--the alarm was set much earlier) the worn family Bible, the antique clock that quit working years ago, and the old buffet link my thoughts to those who came before, those who prayed many prayers for me and my family--old and comfortable--

The flag right outside my living room window reminds me of the many heroes who gave their life's blood so that I can sit here freely and read my Bible and commune with Him every morning-- this pilgrimage of prayer and walking with him-- what a joy! what a responsibility!

Today's theme is "going on" into this pilgrimage of prayer. I am r…