It moves and rattles the deepest reaches within. Like a geyser preparing to spew its contents that have been too long constrained.

It squeezes both heart and marrow.

It wedges between mind and spirit.

Until no longer can it be contained and pen meets paper or brush meets canvas or keys meet fingers.



We are made for this. Creatives we are. Creatives we have always been.

His breath is within us – The Creator’s exhale – our life force.

Inhale deeply.

Exhale the “I am not’s.”

You were born for this.




The enemy cannot create. He can only intimidate…It’s time to take back the places of influence for God and see His beauty, holiness and Gospel become healing fragrance to restore people back to right relationship with Him.

“Born to Create”, Theresa Dedmon



Crown of Beauty - Your words are few but they speak volumes. And I love the photo of what I assume is your own creative work. Beautiful! THe quote from Theresa Dedmon is striking. The enemy cannot create, yes, and all he can do it make counterfeits or cheap imitations. Trusting all is well with you dear friend.

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Let the Stones Speak


Last Saturday, I walked a labyrinth.

It is something that I have always wanted to do but never have had the opportunity – at least not in the realness of cobblestones crammed with twists and turns.

Walking a labyrinth probably seems like such an odd thing to do for some. I have to confess my husband wasn’t quite sure of its purpose and I really didn’t know how to explain its tug.

So I didn’t try. I just encouraged us both to walk.

Off he went with a pace like he was trying to win a race. We do that don’t we…move through life with such velocity that we miss the fact no one is racing save us. His human nature kicked in. Move along, things to do and places to see. Instinct changed his pace. It always does.

I think I whispered once or twice, “Slow down. Consider the turns…the almost there’s but not. It is a lot like life, don’t you think?”

I am not sure he thought that at all.

So, I stopped talking and kept walking which is what I should have been doing all along.

Walking the labyrinth isn’t a group event. It is singular moment. Mystery wrapped in the ordinary act of putting one foot in front of the other. While my husband raced past, I didn’t fully enter in. Like a puzzle not fully complete it is calling me back to do it again.

And, so I will. Step in, walk around and listen to the stones speak.




Lisa notes - I’ve only walked 2 labyrinths, but both were wonderful experiences. Strange as it sounds. ha. But you probably understand now for yourself. It is “mystery wrapped in the ordinary”–nicely said.

Denise - Lisa, I am looking forward to stepping again. Sometimes it is the incredible simple acts that pull with the deepest tugs, won’t you agreed?

Laura - Hey, beautiful you! I saw your sweet face in the comments over at Lisa’s and had to come and visit. It’s been too long. I love how you say this, Denise, “Mystery wrapped in the ordinary act of putting one foot in front of the other.” Yes, I’ve experienced this. But I do have to slow and quiet myself to find that sacred place. Happy day to you, friend!

Denise - Happy Day to you! It has been too long, Laura. I still wish we could have visited more at Allume. Another day, soon, I hope.

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