Those Eyes!

It’s been said the eye is the lamp to the soul. I don’t know who said it first, but I think it’s true.

Years ago I sat at the bedside of a dear friend who passed away before me. The last few minutes were hard to watch — her body struggling to take-in air. In those remaining minutes, while Lori’s heart strained to beat, she had left. Her soul was gone, and it was evident in her eyes. That twinkle we all talk about had faded. It was gone. The life that we see — like in Grace’s eyes (in this picture) — was completely absent. No twinkle. No Catchlight. The lamp of Lori’s soul had been extinguished.

The lamp of THIS soul burns bright. The sun, the catch-light, reveal Grace’s radiant spirit. Peer closely and gaze upon the hues of blue and green within her retina. Look deeper still and see the love and the life within being.

Your eyes also tell a story about the lamp within you. I hope yours too burns bright and catches the radiance of the sun and light.


Leonardo da Vinci once said, “Art is never finished, only abandoned.” Such is true with most things I deem, perhaps this old homestead and farm.

I could’ve easily wizzed by without noticing the farm’s dilapidated beauty. Yet I didn’t. I slowed down, even going so far as zooming back-and-forth two-fold before seeking permission to capture the awe before me.

Four times I wizzed-on-by. Each time, questions arose in my mind. What did these building witness? Two world wars? The war for our nation’s identity? Children laughing and playing. Births. Deaths. Surely, both abundance and scarcity graced its doors.

Abandoned? No — glorious tributes of days long past. Someday they may be torn down, but only so something other can be erected that will likewise see days one cannot yet envision.

Take A Load-Off

Are any of you just bushed? I mean, you’re just so tired that you’d like to take a load-off and rest for a bit?

That’s been me lately. I’ve not working so strenuously or anything like that. My wearisome soul isn’t being depleted from my job. It’s just life stress, you know. Sometimes it’s just a bit too much that I wanna throw in the towel and walk away from things. I’m sure a few of you can relate.

This bench reminds me of my need to rest, and upon what (or rather whom) I need to sit. For me, that’s Jesus. He once said to a bunch of folks….

“Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out…? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest…. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.” (Mt 11:28-30, the Message)

Jesus is easy to rest upon. For me anyway, resting on him is almost as easy as plopping my derriere on a bench such as this. It’s just takes intention. I’m trying to do that more-and-more; and you know, it’s helping.

I don’t know where you at in life. But if you’re anything like me, perhaps you too just need to take a load-off. Perhaps, go find a nice bench (one that’s not so wet perhaps), rest your “dogs” for a bit, and consider giving all your burdens to the universe’s master designer. You too might just find a bit relief. I pray you do.

Please feel free to comment and share with me how you need rest. I’ll be glad to pray for you!