The Mystery of the Night

For someone who scares easily, I do not understand this fascination with night that compels me. But when the sun hides itself, another world is revealed. A world that is quiet, dark, & eerie. At night I can hear my own thoughts, the deep thoughts that are pushed aside during the chaos of the day. My inner voice comes forward to discuss the matters in life that need attention. “Some of the most heartfelt discussions happen in the late hours of the evening.” 
I stopped to take this photo on my way home – taking only a moment to capture the life that thrives even in the dark. And if it hadn’t been raining I would have lie down on the field & absorbed a fraction of the beauty the shadows hold.

Family History


I attended a funeral this past weekend. Though I did not personally know her, it was not difficult to see the beautiful, full life Gracie Cooke lived. A life filled with love & family. A life truly spent as a servant of the Lord. I was moved to tears, I will confess. It was a strange occurrence for me to do so in such a public, unfamiliar setting. To have never exchanged words with her, but to feel her, to shed tears for her. My heart ached. Not in mourning the way one would assume, but in yearning. Yearning to live my life in the way she did. As I learned throughout the service, Gracie lived a rather quiet life. But oh, how rich her life was. She surrounded herself with the aspects in this life that matter most. Things not of material value, but qualities that enrich one’s soul. Family. Friends. Passions. Dreams. Courage. Patience. Faith. Hope. Love.

“And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.” – 1 Corinthians 13:13