Here’s the beginning of my blog. It starts with a memory of a life behind a door. This painting (by my husband Jerry) features our home in Woodinville, Washington. It served as my safe haven, and often as a prison. The gardens reflected a sliver of God’s splendor and for an anxiety sufferer (as I was) anything that reminded me of God’s splendor gave me hope.

Flowers reflect a sliver of God’s splendor.