a blog by Candice Gage
Two weeks ago we had snow in the Ozarks, drifting into the road on the Sunday morning drive to church, catching in my hair as I darted into the big red doors. Today, the windchimes sing in the warm breeze that dances into my open window. The irises are budding, ready to bloom. Dogwood and… Continue reading When Winter Ends
"Eww! You're the Old Maid." The cacophony of childish voices would shriek and dissolve into a babble of laughter. Sometimes my voice was among them as we sat pointing and jeering at the unlucky child holding the only card with no match in the deck. Other times, I was the one left with the card… Continue reading Redefining Old Maid
I opened my eyes, lazily surveying the edge of my pillow before closing them again. Morning. It was morning.I turned over and pulled my blankets up over my face as I tried to push away the thoughts that rumbled into my consciousness, threatening to crowd out slumber's peace. Yet, just as the weight of reality… Continue reading Choosing God’s Perspective
Blogging about C.S. Lewis seems to be a theme with me lately. I have no defense. I can only state the reality: Mere Christianity is an outstanding book. So, in keeping with my precedent, here are a few more thoughts on the great work. A couple days ago I read the chapter titled "Hope." It outlined… Continue reading C.S. Lewis on Hope
It is Autumn. And, once again, I am captivated by his beauty. The rustling of wind dancing in the trees and dancing with the leaves already resting on the grass or clothing the naked pavement. The crimson, gold, burgundy, chestnut, copper, and purple creeping down the tops of trees and tips of leaves like the… Continue reading Another Autumn Day
Incandescent Ink 