How do we find time to meditate on the word of God, to live in His peace, and create a season of joy?

As soon as I turn back the clocks and change my wall calendar to the month of November, I am filled with excitement. It’s time to bring out the boxes filled with decorations to “paint” my home for the holidays.

We journey to the central valley to take in the harvest season with all our senses.

When I started to talk about God’s love for everyone, Eddie turned around to me with his big smile and said, “I know God’s Love and I know God is REAL. I have seen his miracles in my life and in my family’s lives. REAL miracles.”

I brought my tea, with its soft flowery fragrance, to my studio. My notebooks were there, full of lists of items to address along with a small stack of correspondence, but I felt a tug on my heart that pull me away from these items. I picked up the phone and call my friend, Juanita.

In the early morning, I take in the quite sounds and sip on the first cup of my favorite morning tea, Assam Black.  The warmth of the tea comforts my soul with a gentle peace.

When we welcome in the month of September, I always feel grateful knowing that the garden has made it through another summer season.

Sometimes, at this time of year, our emotions seem to mirror what we see in nature.

Stretch your wings beyond your imagination!

As I was preparing for a Giving Thanks Circle, I searched for God’s voice and guidance. His words always teach me to see from my heart with a greater vision. His unfailing, everlasting love creates understanding and trust inside all of us.

August is the 8th month of the year and the 8 often makes me think of infinity and how we are all part of one big continuous cycle.

A place of peace and comfort can be created with the precious love of God. His harmonic words teach us that He is always with us to help us regenerate and refill with His favor and gracious blessings.

Joy is renewing one’s heart and soul with the peace gifted from the love of our Heavenly Father.

Upon a return from a late morning visit to the beach, I unpacked my favorite sun bleached beach bag a sketch pad, pencils and a book I treasure, Gift from the Sea, authored by Anne Morrow Lindberg. I love to revisit it during the summer months.

July, for me, is the beginning of summer season with longer, warmer days that start with the special birthday for our Great Nation and its freedom and liberties.

With the arrival of sun-drenched days that creep long into the evening hours, July is the celebration of the birth of our great nation and the official beginning of the summer.

As I sit with my tea (my morning comfort time), I reflect upon this past season and all we have endured through this historic time of uncertainty.