Musings from the Treehouse

“One looked a bit like it was bleeding and the other not (I hadn’t noticed that until she said it!) so it was like past and present. Like Jesus is...

Every invitation into the scary that God has brought me to, He has used to heal another place in my heart, and He has blessed me with the fruit of...

The bleakness of winter. It used to scare me. What if it never ended? What if the sun never really rose again? What if I never saw another green plant...

Why is there winter again?

But it's in their dying that they do so.

I am an artist. It took me 49 years to say that authentically.