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Windows of time

… but to put their hope in God, who richly provides us with everything for our enjoyment. I Tim. 6:17

Windows of time close, even as they open.

Gravity has no mercy.

The present can’t be found

in windows past, nor windows to come.

Look now. Take in the beauty.

Bask in the life this window brings.

Search for four-leaf clovers and linger over wild roses —

Before leaves wither and petals drop.

Go barefoot through dewy grass and chase sunsets with a butterfly net —

before grass brittles and the sun vanishes behind a looming horizon.

This moment in time, embrace. Then, let go.

Lest heart be caught — turned to salt — and miss the next good thing.

For as one window closes, another one opens.


Patty Perkins


Life goes quickly and we sometimes don’t realize what we have until we don’t have it anymore. We dwell on yesterday or live for tomorrow — missing the joys of today. Live today. Seize each moment as a gift. Treasure it because moments pass and life never stays the same.


“When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.” Alexander Graham Bell


There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1

But Lot’s wife looked back and she became a pillar of salt. Genesis 19:26


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Through the fires

“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.” Isaiah 43:2


Flood waters are going to come. Rivers will rush through uninvited and unpredicted fires will burn. It’s the way of life.

Rather than elements of nature, it could be tough life issues we face. As much as we’d like to avoid the unexpected, sometimes there’s no way around it. The only thing to do is walk through.

We have one who walks through trials with us. He might teach us to swim through rough waters. We may learn to cling to the lifesaver during the flood. The heat might get uncomfortably hot—yet we’re changed for the better.


When rivers gush fast

And floods wreak havoc

When fires claim what was mine.

There’s one who walks with me

He fights battles for me

Mighty warrior, strong at my side.


“But the Lord is with me like a mighty warrior…” Jeremiah 20:11

“You will not have to fight this battle…Go out to face them tomorrow, and the Lord will be with you.” II Chronicles 20:17

No regrets

“…To enjoy your work and to accept your lot in life—that is indeed a gift from God. The person who does that will not need to look back with sorrow on his past, for God gives him joy.” (TLB)



When I reach the end of time on earth I’d like to look back without regret. I’d like to maximize each life stage for the Lord.


When one accepts his lot in life

And in his work finds happiness,

His days will then be occupied

With a heart chocked full of gladness.


It is indeed a blessing,

To contentedly spend one’s days,

Free from second guessing

And no regrets from yesterday.


A life is a book

“You yourselves are our letter, written on our hearts, known and read by everybody. You show that you are a letter from Christ, the result of our ministry, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts.” 2 Corinthians 3:2-3*


As eyes skim

to find a good read —

may my life

be open to share.


As hearts wait

with pages to fill —

may heaven’s ink

spill there.


photo and poem by Patty Perkins


Hearts are made of pages…places to write God’s love. Some hearts are ready and willing to receive a good word. Others bear graffiti — longing to be doused with a bucket of mercy and grace. All the while reaching for purpose and longing for more.

A man-made book won’t last forever. Time will see to that. But a heart is eternal. Forever. And the quality of that life, the ultimate destination of that soul, can be affected by someone pouring in some good ink. Encouraging them in a way they can eventually pass on to other human hearts. To share their book. Their life.

We were all meant to be authors…to influence another life. To write on lives by sharing ours — from one generation to the next.

So go ahead. Start writing.


*The One Year Bible, August 29, NIV, copyright 1986, Tyndale House Publishers, Wheaton, Illinois.

Almonds, here?



If life can bud from a wooden staff—

almonds from grain rubbed thin

how much more from a committed life—

fruit from the spirit within?


by Patty Perkins


It’s nothing to God to make a staff bloom…or bulbs sprout as winter thaws.

It wasn’t just any staff, but Aaron’s—his selected out of the twelve tribes of Israel. At God’s bidding buds appeared, then blossoms and almonds. All from an inanimate stick. The how and the why…who can know? But to you, Creator, it is nothing to you.

I find hope in the fact that he can work in and through anything—or anyone—he chooses. Random sticks, grounds thawing or even hearts of flesh.

Numbers 17:8 “…Aaron’s staff, which represented the house of Levi, had not only sprouted but had budded, blossomed and produced almonds.”*

*The One Year Bible, March 12, NIV, copyright 1986, Tyndale House Publishers, Wheaton, Illinois.

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Born for color

Psalm 34:5 “Those who look to him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame.”*

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Shame hangs gray and dull,

waits stuffed in chest of drawers.

It goes with everything, is the pull—

besides, it’s the only thing that fits anymore.


Accustomed to bleak style

colors can beam too bright.

Haven’t tried anything new for awhile,

says a face shrunk taunt and tight.


Radiant colors bide to be worn—

a closet of clothes that shine.

When you believe for colors you were born

and replace the grays of time.


by Patty Perkins


We were never meant to wear shame. Whether self-imposed or stapled on by someone else, shame is not our color. Looking to Jesus, accepting what he’s done—handing him  the old clothes and accepting the new—that’s what we were made for. The colors of radiance.

Go ahead, wear it. It looks good on you.

*The One Year Bible, February 13, NIV, copyright 1986, Tyndale House Publishers, Wheaton, Illinois.

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Psalm 31:14-15 “But I trust in  you, O Lord; I say, ‘You are my God.’ My times are in your hands…”*


Last weekend we saw a  crash, two cars ahead of us. We watched it happen, felt bad for the people and my husband got out and helped. Thankfully, there seemed to be no serious injuries.

I sat stunned. But it was two cars removed. We were fine.

In the past couple months, though not in our families, there have been tragedies. A wife died leaving four children without mom, a loving wife and daughter were brutally murdered, a daughter was lost too young through illness and a son/brother died unexpectedly leaving two little girls…

All two cars removed from us. And like last weekend, I sit dumbfounded.

There are no answers for losses such as these. There is only God. Our times are in his hands.

*The One Year Bible, February 8, NIV, copyright 1986, Tyndale House Publishers, Wheaton, Illinois.

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