The wildflower fields are speckled with the vibrant freckles of black-eyed susans.  I stare at the gold flecks and struggle to quiet my racing mind.  I’m tired of mindlessly skimming through the Bible and failing to draw near to God in the quiet moments of my morning. I’m pondering a new approach when my 4-year-old shuffles into the room.  He takes hold of my hand and pulls me outside to the deck. He points to the fields and says, “Daddy’s out there with the dogs.” I don’t believe him until I hear the howl of our beagle rolling over the wildflowers. It’s Saturday, and I’m glad Darrell is out of…

The morning opens wide and foretells the season’s change.  I wonder how we keep turning from one season to the next with ever-increasing urgency.  Life has been busy and full lately.  I’m desperate for some quiet devotional time with God, but I hardly know how to make it happen. I’m watching a V-shaped line of geese flap overhead when I hear my little boy pitter down the steps.  He comes into the room and rubs his eyes.  His short brown hair stands on end in a playful salute.  I’m sure God smiles at sleepy children. “Get me cuppy, Mom,” he demands, and I extend grace about the manners since he’s…