Reflections
River of Life
I was walking through the galleries of Crystal Bridges in Bentonville, Arkansas last week accompanied by my husband, Hunter, and our tour guide, Jenn Padgett, the museum’s Curator of Craft. As Jenn and I were chatting I heard Hunter make an excited gasp—he could see something at the end of the natural light-filled corridor that I could not yet see.
The Art of Waiting
For almost five hundred years, people stood beneath the vaulted ceiling of the Sistine Chapel admiring the muted earthy browns and grays of Michelangelo’s palette. Turns out, though, the artist actually worked in vivid shades of blues and greens.
Rabbits in the Field
I’ll chase a rabbit down any trail, and God knows that the Bible gives me plenty of rabbits and plenty of trails. This week was no exception.
Hear the Music Again
Last week I had a dream. I know, I know, “Listening to someone talk about their dream is a nightmare,” to quote Seinfeld. But bear with me.
How Much More
If you happen to be out on the sea floor, you might discover a snapping (pistol) shrimp and a goby fish spending their lives together. When I taught biology, symbiosis always intrigued my high school students, and the relationship between these two animals was a favorite topic.
Climbing Up to the Roof
I spent a little time on rooftops as a teenager, though I wasn’t preparing for any of those Matthew 10 moments where Jesus tells his disciples to proclaim God’s word from the rooftops. Back then, a good roof was best used for sneaking out of the house and finding more trouble.