Patches of Godlight

We — or at least I — shall not be able to adore God on the highest occasions if we have learned no habit of doing so on the lowest.  At best, our faith and reason will tell us that He is adore-able, but we shall not have found Him so,  not “tasted and seen.”  (Similarly) any patch of sunlight in a wood will show you something about the sun which you could never get from reading books in astronomy.  These pure and spontaneous pleasures are “patches of Godlight.”

~  C. S. Lewis


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She stood in the glow of crystal and chandeliers when a visiting  friend and I first spotted her.  A picture of elegance against the velvet-rich background of one of our town’s grandest old hotels.  She was leaning against a wall, something about the look of her making me feel as if she’d just stepped out of one of those lovely, romantic 1940’s movies… and was waiting there for her black tie-and-tails boyfriend to tip the valet and return to  their Cinderella night.

Auburn curls peeked out from under a softly flopping hat, framing one of the most beautiful faces I’d ever seen.  Startlingly so – mostly because of the wondrous smile that lit her eyes.  Like pure radiance, beaming at us in that moment as if we shared an unspoken secret and she was willing us to hug it to ourselves like treasure.

The fresh springtime of her dress…a sweet floral in soft yellows and rose — fit her like a dream.  I’d been looking for a dress like that for a wedding I was going to… but oh, could I ever look like that even if I found one?

That’s when I saw.  Eyes bright with a genuine content with life, she caught mine as I followed the crutch under her arm and looked down, saw her standing on one leg, the top of her amputated limb hidden beneath tea-length dress.  A shiver ran over me as I took that in… a mixture of empathy, sadness for whatever sorrow had been in her life…and awe. For again, her eyes and smile met mine…strong and bright and true.  And I read in them:  Life is good.  I’m happier at this moment than ever.  There is a light stronger than any of us know…if we believe.

Tdaffodil 03 clip arthat was twenty years ago.  I only saw her in that one sparkle-moment.  But her sweet image stays in my mind and heart like a wonderful character in a cherished book… one I only got a glimpse of, but longed to know more of…in her story…   And I often wonder, Lord, was that YOU I saw shining from her smile?

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Prayerful Thought

 Lord, in the natural, this past week heavily put setback on my tongue until I felt Your hand upon my mouth… “Let not your words pronounce the Destroyer’s lies on your life.  They may seem as fact, but they are not My Truth over you.  No, Bless Me as Your Provider, Your Banner, Your Hope and Joy and I will break loose the captivity, turnaround defeat to Victory. ”

Father, thank You that Greater are You, and the Name above all Names…Jesus… in me, than he who is the world!  You ARE my Provider, Banner, Hope and Joy!   May You shine Your Glory as Your Patches of Godlight in and through me… and help me place Your Word over every temptation to murmur or complain, even in silent thought…


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“The words of a man’s mouth are like deep waters [copious and difficult to fathom];The fountain of [mature, godly] wisdom is like a bubbling stream [sparkling, fresh, pure, and life-giving].”

~ Proverbs 18:4, amplified

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Have you spotted “Patches of Godlight” this past week in a momentary encounter?

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A Blessing Spot

Do you ever find the Presence of the Lord, a flooding of praise and thankfulness, flowing over you each time you come upon a  simple grace or beauty around you?

The sudden burst of spring is one of those moments to me.

The   anticipating of  annual blooming of what I like to term “my trees” – little spots all round town that I’ve discovered over years of neighborhood walks or here, there, where I’ve laid claim to blossom trees of many varieties bursting into color splash.  Some mauve and lacy like willows.  Some full and round blossomed as pink carnations on a tree.  I love returning to look for them each year.   Back again, my beauties, I silently laugh… a bit of Anne Shirley style whimsy in my heart.

And sometimes, I find that wash of simple pleasure in Him just by walking into the space between my dining room and kitchen — in seeing anew, this white and blue treasure above my colonial-inspired sideboard… and pausing there to look up…

It makes me recall how several years ago,  browsing in a local Bombay Company shop specializing in furniture and other decorative pieces of British flavor, I rounded a corner and came face to face with this exquisite piece…and gaped.

The image about 12×12, a print made to look like original oil on canvas, it perched upon an easel  standing in the middle of a wide opening.   To my eyes, it spoke of British paint strokes or perhaps New England…a portrait I’d never come across before.  The kind of masterpiece unearthed from hidden troves of English manors, sweet-faced ancestor oils brought to the BBC version of Antiques Roadshow that always capture me.   Unreasonably, I suddenly felt this one had been waiting just for me.  Like family, at a railroad station.

I’d often traversed the aisles of The Bombay Company for one of a kind occasional tables, uniquely designed brass candlesticks, sconces and other small pieces that made great gifts or added just the panache of English charm I wanted my then apartment to exude.   Though not cheap by any means, most things they displayed were affordable. if not just a slight extravagance.  Now, transfixed by this endearing face, her Pollyanna-entrancing white lace frock, the bright touches of sky blue ribbons throughout, I held my breath.

Something in this child’s expression alternately reminded me of old photos of my mom as a child and at the same time, of my youngest cousin – in her naturally-forming Shirley Temple ringlets, wearing a not so different layered lace dress.  Wandering in upon this painting like a beautiful garden behind a gate…  I simply loved it. 

The  charm.  The innocence and heart the painter captured.  But — I sighed — other artwork in this place had always been so much beyond me.   O Lord, I breathed silently.  Is it possible you could make this one something I could afford?

Turning the price tag, I let my breath out slowly.  For, fully framed in gold and silver molding, the price was… unbelievably… reasonable.  Actually, it flabbergasted me.  Had someone made a mistake?

For you, came a whisper inside me.  A blessing.

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In days when turns of life can seem overwhelming, dark or sorrowful, this is a remembrance on my walls.   When I first bought my new home, I’d immediately placed it here in my mind… months before I moved in.   A decade later, it still wafts over me with fresh breezes of His joy, each and every time I see it…and turns my face, like God’s hands upon my cheek, to blessing Him.

Whenever a distraught spirit over what seems hopeless or frustrating or too sorrowful sets upon me like a wolf, I remember… Giving in to dark thoughts actually feeds the enemy’s lies within us, festering, holding us captive!  It sinks me in a quagmire…with every word I utter to it’s confirming.

Instead and contrary to how we naturally feel…It’s the words of thanksgiving to our God He gives us that disarm the enemy.   O my soul, forget not all His benefits.  He forgives my sins.  He heals me.  He crowns me with beauty and strength…

And so, coming upon this gem in a corner of my home sings into my soul till I have to let it out my mouth…

Thank you, Father, for beauty!  Thank you for making me to see with your eyes…to receive and know blessing in even the simple lights of grace you prepare…just for us.

Thank you for home  For warmth.  For simple gifts in the everyday that lift our hearts to you.

Thank you for turning my lips to praise…to speaking out your promises as truth above and instead of talking how circumstances may present “facts”… and making me to remember to shake off the Deceiver by denying his claims by entering your courts with praise.

I will bless the Lord all my days. 

But – he wheedles – how can you praise when this and this and this are happening?

Get packing!  I purpose in authority of believer, declaring God’s word over all:  Surely Goodness and Mercy follow me all the days of my life.  Because of the Lord, I can say… I am the righteousness of God…and fear has no place in me…

In every moment, let us remind ourselves… His light floods in on wings of blessing His Name, and darkness flees.


© Pam Depoyan

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Is there a corner of something beautiful, a remembrance spot in your home that makes your heart soar to blessing Him? 


He made Christ who knew no sin to [judicially] be sin on our behalf, so that in Him we would become the righteousness of God [that is, we would be made acceptable to Him and placed in a right relationship with Him by His gracious lovingkindness].

~ 2 Corinthians 5:21, amplified


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Pink Blossom May Days

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All women are mothers. 

Because all women bring life to the world in some way. 

~ Holley Gerth

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Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.

~ George Eliot



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“Upon entering, Gabriel greeted her [Mary]:

Good morning!
You’re beautiful with God’s beauty,
Beautiful inside and out!
God be with you.”

~ Luke 1:28 The Message

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Prayer for the Nation

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The thief [Satan] comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.  ~   John 10:10 

 Thou shalt also decree a thing, and it shall be established unto thee: and the light shall shine upon thy ways.  ~ Job 22:28

        Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation?         ~  Hebrews 1:14

Bless the Lord, ye his angels, that excel in strength, that do his commandments, hearkening unto the voice of his word.  ~ Psalm 103:20

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Father, on this national day set aside for prayer, let us join our hearts and the words of our mouth with You and Your Word.   We lift our nation before Your Throne of Grace in repentance for any way we have not put our trust in You…

You told us You came to give us abundant life. You command us to speak that LIFE into the world in Your Name.  You promise when we decree a thing, it shall be established… and YOU will shine your light upon our ways.

You send your ministering angels to move on our behalf and hearken to the voice of Your word in our mouths.  That means they are waiting for us to speak out Your Truth over our nation and the world  — so they can put it into effect!  To stop speaking out dread and fear and worry.  To speak Your Word of faith!

Today, and every day… let us not give the thief one inch by sinking into depression, confirming his lies to ourselves by confessing falsely, “what’s the use, what will be will be.” Or giving into thoughts that our vote doesn’t count.  No, You have said, what we decree in Your Name will be.

Let us take Your command to heart as our banner and wave it high – Do not fear.  Our God reigns.  You restore and heal the land in your dunamis power, the same power You used to resurrect the Lord, as we lift ourselves before Your throne of Grace in repentance for giving in to fear.

We will not look at how things may appear, but keep our eyes looking up to You and how You move on our behalf when we stand in praise and sing Your light over all.   [2 Chronicles 20]

And so we decree in Your Name:

  • Your Name is above all Names…
  • You reign here, in our elections, in our lives, in our leaders. 
  • You reign in America, Israel and all the world.
  • You turn the hearts of the kings to Your Light.
  • You will never abandon us to the one who wants to steal, kill and destroy.
  • You are pouring out Your Spirit on us and turning the nations to choose Life and Light and Healing.
  • You establish Your people in places of high position to lead the land in Your ways.
  • Your manifest Glory and Presence reign in every neighborhood, city, state of this nation and in the elections. 
  • Our eyes are on You Lord.  For you have said…

 You have seen well, for I am alert and active,

watching over My word to perform it.

~ Jeremiah 1:12

Lord, we choose to keep Your Word in our mouths and hearts.  When fear and doubt and worry come, we take those thoughts captive in Your Name and declare You as banner over our lives, our families, our nation.

Today… send Your angels to hearken to these words of Your word in our mouths to perform it!

And in the same way… we join our hearts with all those in prayer today and lift up Israel to Your Blessing, O Lord.  No longer will YOUR people sleep in the Light.   For what is on Your Heart is on ours.  Your Word is our word.   As Your People, as a nation, we will turn again now to bless them in Your Name.  For You have said of this land of Your heart,

  I will bless those who bless you,
    and whoever curses you I will curse;
and all peoples on earth
    will be blessed through you.

~  Genesis 12:3



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On ribbons and ribbons of blue and white, it comes…

Digital CameraOne blustery, early day of April dawned in a swirl of wintry white as if to say – Ha! 

Still…an unusual feeling stirred, lilted inside me…like laughter spilling back.

Maybe it was the daffodils and buttercup freesia abloom in fresh water buckets at market.    Or the strawberry and cream tulip bunches already appearing there.

Surely comes the Spring! they sang.

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Then… like whispers growing louder, the pear blossoms joined in bloom!

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Linger a little longer, I whispered back… till they agreed.

My picture windows remain aglow with their snow and mint topped glory, catching my heart like a a flash every time I enter the room.  For these beauties, they are casting reflections on glass, dancing in sunlit breeze round our circle, much like children gaily swishing skirts in new Eastery dress.

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Today, I exhilarate in walking out amongst them.  Robins stand sentinel out on the gazebo lawn, heads tipped skyward as if listening, attuned to angel songs.  Starry white blossoms are flitting, flinging, fluttering as confetti through breezy air now. It is a mixed feeling… watching them toss their heads to give way more and more to fine lace greenery.  Yet, its like miniature blessings they sprinkle out over my shoulders, on my head, at my feet…

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Spring…it has jumped out from hide and seek places, in riotous surprise!

I find it bursting in jaunty heads clad in whipped cream and butter bonnets, waving and beckoning to my heart.   Rivers of them.   Flowing, winding, cavorting over beds along the mall entrance… till there’s nothing to do but return quickly with my camera and wade in!

I hear it in soaring saxophone and spring symphony recitals!

I thank my God for it on the break of a blue and white-skied birthday morn.  For Spring… ah.. I think, it comes tripping in, trailing ribbons and ribbons of blue and white!

Like waves at the ocean, rimmed in froth.

Like clouds of white stallions racing cross skies.

Like toile curtains blowing in the breeze.

Like peace and joy, rippling and chattering happily together over rocks and stream.

And…mm, maybe… the color of Heaven’s smiles.


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When the world is too much with us… wanna play?

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 “If there ever comes a day when we can’t be together, keep me in your heart.  I’ll stay there forever.”  ~  A.A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh

“Keep your heart open to Dreams, for as long as there’s a Dream, there is Hope.   And as long as there is Hope, there is Joy in living.”  ~ Anonymous

Taking Joy – It’s a God idea! ~ me

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She called to me as I passed her house on foot the other afternoon, and sitting together on her porch with a couple of her other friends she said softly, “I think I’m ready.”

Silently then, our eyes met.

“For the gift you have for me…” she clarified.

Nels-croppedAt her request, I’d been holding onto the simple drawing of her late husband – just a sweet little sketch of his face, wearing his baseball cap, semi shy smile on his lips.   It had been too fresh these last few months, so I’d waited. Had just been looking at the square-framed piece again on the floor of my den, asking God to make way the right time, to use it to bless with peace not sorrow.  Hope… even a light of joy, His Glory on it.  I didn’t want it to just languish away for a year on my floor, when it could maybe bring consolation in some way…   If not for her right now, I’d wondered… maybe for his son who had described him as a gentle man of quiet strength… ?

Now, she’d reached out to me, eyes moist but voice strong.  God had set the time.

Later, picture in hand, she touched it lovingly.  “I think I will share this with the kids and grans,” she said.  Fingering it, she added… “You know, what I hate most is the word, widow…”

I know,” I agreed.

Thoughtless labels that sting.  Spinster.  Alone.

In wordless companionship, we bent over the likeness for a moment or two.

“I love the way you put in his laugh lines…” she pointed out.  “And the’s so true…”  (Those words of description, offered by his son at the eulogy, just caught me for this, I told her…)   She swallowed.    “I think now, I want to turn to remembering the joy.”

She shared of wanting to somehow lighten the load of another woman in a similar circumstance who’d been reaching out to her.  A stranger she’d spoken to once, who had somehow retrieved her email and been texting…

We talked of lighter, hopeful things… of so much family who surround her here… how she is not completely alone.  And of the One who holds onto her most.

Later, ruminating on my own, words of a verse God has led me to read so many times fell like a shawl tucked softly round my shoulders.  “You will nevermore be called forsaken.   I call you Hepzibah (I delight in you.“)  I call you Beulah.  (Married, My Bride).” [Paraphrase of Isaiah 62:4).

I love those names You give, Lord, I whispered, rolling them, their meaning, on my tongue.   Hepzibah.  Beulah… 

A zippy song Hayley Mills sang in Disney’s Summer Magic – Beulah Land – wafted back  (   ) – a scene where brother and sister are singing of a joyful new hope they envision for their widowed mom and family as they set out to their new life in the land of Beulah…  A playful tune with lyrics that reference God’s promised land, now lifting me…

And looking at my latest drawing from a sweet photo of little Molly at the seashore (up top), happily sifting her golden bucket of sand… a look of pensive dream on her face, as Mom snapped her picture… I can’t help but think of a promise for refreshing and renewing us to wholeness that God has written into childhood.  How He uses such a gift of creating and imagination to nourish our souls somehow. But…not just for a time…

Stay as a little child, He enjoins us. For in doing so, we will understand faith, hope, free abandonment of care to His Hands…

A little one, like Molly, here.  Openhearted to dream…to play…to create something out of nothing.   Children after our Father’s heart…

Remember to keep close the play times of life, I think I hear Him calling to us who are grown, burdened with loss and cares.   Come away with me, my beloved…

Sit on a beach.  Play a tune on the piano.  Sing round the house.  Plan a day to fly a kite.  Make playclothes out of stuffy old drapes and lark a song over hill and dale.

Hills alive with the sound of music…

“Wanna play with me?”  are words of invite echoing back to me from a time that truly seems not so long ago…  a joyful request from Molly’s mom to me every time I saw her, when she was just such an age as her little one now…

I smile at this drawing now…Molly, living it out, moment by moment.  The finding of joy and hope and dream at play…

And…on this threshold of Sabbath weekend, I hear the Father’s invite (to you, to me) to the same free abandon.


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Connor-croppedOne more thought…  Once again, I am wondering if either of the reminiscent drawings here (Sweet Molly up top, or Little Zorro, left) evoke any stories of your life – or speak to His calling you back to something you may have tucked away to the wayside, maybe a long forgotten something that gives you the truest joy? 

Maybe it’s time to return to His Childhood promise of a joyful noise of play before Him… or maybe…to find it now for the first time…

If so, please share about it in my comments!  I want to hear your stories! :)


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Storyspinning in Art and Words

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I like green eggs and ham!
I do! I like them, Sam-I-am!”

~ Dr. Seuss

“Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can’t remember who we are or why we’re here.”

~ Sue Monk Kidd

“After nourishment, shelter and companionship, stories are the thing we need most in the world.”

~ Philip Pullman


“Molly cooks up green marshmallows for the fam”

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I know.  We’re waaaay past March 17th.  But that’s the power of story, whether painted in words or pen and ink… what I love most about it.  One glance transports you right back to the moment no matter what time of year it is.

It’s what I hope my word pictures here to do —

Taking you to what D.E. Stevenson (and Blake) called a “Listening valley…”  – a place inside the spirit, where we listen

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“There were trees below her, so that she looked out over the tops of them, and…above,, the little quarry was a dimple on the hill, bathed in sunshine, redolent with the scent of sun-warmed pines… In the midst of the town a road ran, curving away into the distance.  The valley itself stretched southward, shallow and sunlit, bounded by rolling hills with green grass and patches of brilliant purple heather and dark pine woods, and above the hills was the pale blue sky with fat white clouds floating in it.  Along the floor of the valley wound a river, sparkling in the sunshine; it wound among fields and yellow cornfields and bright green meadows full of cattle that looked like toys, and over it all was a faint haze, an almost imperceptible opal-tinted haze that softened the brightness of the colors.  Green it was, green and peaceful, an oasis of peace in a land of war…  Tonia knew it well.  Listening valley… ” ~ D. E.  *

When I come across a passage like that, I just have to linger and savor…let the background of the story picture steep…

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“I’m loving drawing toddlers right now,” I told my friend, asking if she’d mind sending me some photos of her young Molly that I might sketch.  Because life’s real stories are what I want to illustrate and capture in words, and in art… the way the artists I talked about here did…

The photo that inspired this one lit into my spirit like a butterfly, taking me into a lovely, everyday (but holiday-ish) story moment of their little family that I would not otherwise have witnessed…

And…because this portrait makes me smile as I finish it today, I just wanted to share with you.

I wonder, just for fun… does this one evoke a story in you ?


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P.S.   I also saved it in classic pen and ink style… and once again the simple black and white just flows a  mood over me.  Transports me like a favorite old English novel to a place where I love to envision the color of heather on the hills…    Or a beloved black and white film, like Wonderful Life

Molly-St. Patricks-No ColorI can’t decide which I like best.  Color splash or not?

What do you think? :)






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*  D.E. quote – from her novel, Listening Valley

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