They say she has a big heart. I say, God lives in her heart in a BIG way!

She sees a need and meets it. She hears a plea and responds with compassion. She extends a hand and inspires passionate living. This heart knows no boundaries. Breaking bread with her is a meal in companionship.

Her hug, is God’s generous abandon in His Love.


*Artwork:   Bouquet for Mom, watercolor and acrylic   by A.F. Reinhart     


Daily Prompt: Disagree

via Daily Prompt: Disagree

My heart and mind were caught up in the contradiction. The throbbing in my throat could be counted visually, as well as internally. I didn’t dare try to count it, or my worries about my health would have certainly prevailed. We disagreed, but what happened to the idea of agreeing to disagree? My face flushed red. The heat from my cheeks warmed the fall day, with anger rather than sunshine. I felt myself losing my grip.

I hung up. The conversation had taken a wrong turn, at some point. A point obscure from my perspective. My emotions were equal parts, anger as well as sadness. My phone vibrated, seemly in harmony with my heart rate. A mile-long text bombarded my patience. Maybe my thought was ahead of the content, it could be an apology.

Contrary to my later thought and in sync with my initial concern, I was blasted yet again. Read it and wished I hadn’t. I took a deep breath, with a thought for resolution, when there was more time and patience to figure out exactly what had gone so wrong. I let it be.

“Do unto others, as you would have them do unto you.” echoed beautifully into my mind. I followed with a text that took on a note beyond myself, “I’m sorry for my part in this conversation.” My return would come, when time would provide some healing first.

I turned off my phone.


To whom my heart belongs. To my spouse, my beloved, to whom my attention and endeavors seek to please.

My Love, and my love.

The Lord dwells in me and I in my Lord. This is a marriage of creation, of peace, of gratitude, simply of Love. Through this precious presence I’ve come to recognize an earthly love, an honored gift from God reflected in marriage.

My husband and I, a marriage deemed and witnessed by God as a holy union. Marriage is a gift given, reflective of Christ’s Love. A union to further God’s kingdom, winning hearts for God. 

Here’s to the gift of marriage.

M utually attending to one another’s needs

A lways reflective of our actions

R emembering to apologize

R emembering to forgive

I  is not the center of marriage

A wareness of heart

G aining insight, to grow

E ternity is our goal

Christ who lives in me is my strength. Through Christ ALL things are possible, this means the world to me as I take in the full meaning of marriage – and its ever evolving nature.

*photograph by artist/author     

Lead by the Spirit

I knelt.

When, it seemed, time had nothing more to give and my heart was frazzled like a love-worn quilt. I stood defiant, no need to pray.

“I’m fine.” 

But, a yearning, deeper than the mysteries of the heart said, “Kneel, just kneel.”

Clumsily, my joints not being what they once were, I steadied myself to kneel at my bedside. For what seemed to me, without explanation, my eyes welled up like the dew that daunts the edge of a spiders web on a foggy morning.

What is this?

A pent-up, grand release, I am moved to tears, not just tears, but sobbing. What weighed so heavy? Was it not enough time, my defiance, not really needing …anything, or maybe ignoring a longing, too long.

God knew. I denied it. I nearly fought it. I was too busy, too tired, had too much to do. He won. I knelt and let go. There was nothing more for my conscious understanding, but God knew.

I knelt.


Love Me, Love Me Not  /  by A.F. Reinhart   /  acrylic on a card-stock

33 Days, 11 Times

The commitment to a “33 Days to Morning Glory” year, has been and continues to be, a blooming process. Transformational. This is a year of self-discovery. A self, wholly dedicated to the Divine, lead by the Spirit, and being shaped by the Creator.

There is no doubt “33 Days to Morning Glory” by Michael E. Gaitley, MIC, was purposed into my life. I have learned to recognize these promptings and act on them. How are things determined to be from God? The inspiration reflects the qualities of the One who shared it. Is it done in Love? Does it show Compassion? Are you drawn closer to the Divine? A relationship like this should not be taken for granted, or overlooked. Listening and following are pivotal elements in this precious relationship.

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photograph by artist/author