the life i live

imperfect life
inspired life
broken life
redeemed life
messy life
beautiful life


not my own

Dear heart, I see your heart, your giving heart, your willing heart, your weary heart, and your broken heart.  It is there, in your brokenness, that I am most glorified.

art imitates life

life imitates art

mpapr2017 our easter table, photography with watercolor edit

either way
it was a Masterpiece
a very very fine day
a very very fine season

i wish you color, dear heart
i wish you splendor
i wish you stories
the kind that come from within YOU

i wish you wonder

tell us what you’ve seen

little purple flower
rising from the ground
tell us what you’ve seen


won’t you easter lily
tell us what you’ve seen

mp.apr2017 own photo w watercolor edit

we’ve seen the King of glory
robed in majesty
one glance and next we knew
He’d sent us on
to you!

He lives!
He lives!
He lives!



beautiful easter
to you!

the stars are not wanted now

mp.apr2016 edited apr2017

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

~funeral blues by w.h.auden

Love’s surrender

Beauty wears a crown of thorns.