How to Keep your Grip in a Slippery World


Sometimes the smallest things inspire wonder.

I admit, I’m easily entertained, but last Saturday’s encounter with a ladybird beetle captured my attention and left me wondering about the ability of this little beetle to hang on. This little ladybug hiked a distance of 6 inches—crossing a bridge of pink mountain dogbane to a downed ponderosa. It didn’t slip. Or lose its grip.  How’d it do that?

Ladybird beetle on Stachytarpheta indica at Ta...

Ladybird beetle defies gravity (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Ladybird beetle cruising across a log.

Ladybird beetle cruising across a log.

I did some research and found that ladybird beetles have some special “kicks”—and tricks.

A Science Daily story titled “Beetles in Rubber Boots” describes a scientific study that found each leg of this remarkable ladybird beetle is equipped with fine adhesive hairs of sorts. Take a look: click the link and be amazed–

These microscopic hairs differ in composition –at the base they are stiff, with the tips being flexible. Researchers believe this variation provides the beetle with the ability to hold tight despite the terrain.

We, too, have an anti-slip mechanism in a slippery world. World famous Bible expert Matthew Henry calls this “mechanism” God (from Jude 24):

God is able, and as willing as able, to keep us from falling, and to present us faultless before the presence of his glory.”

And for that, I am thankful. I cling to Him who holds me tight.

When Flowers Say Amen


The Amen of Nature is always a flower.” Oliver Wendell Holmes

And one of my favorite flowers is the Skyrocket, Ipomopsis aggregata, blooming just in time for Fourth of July.


Nature’s Fireworks: The Skyrocket





Skyrockets at Sunset

Nature's Fireworks

Skyrocket, Ipomopsis aggregata

“The earth is the LORD’S and everything in it, the world and all who live in it.” Psalm 24:11

Remember to spend time in the presence of the Creator today and celebrate the wonders of his creation.


How a Face-Chucking Fish Taught Me to Crave the Word


Sometimes scientific research makes me smile. Recently I read about the fish nicknamed “Face-chucker.”

Seems this fish has an ability to throw its jaw and is highly successful when it comes to feeding.

The ability of the sling-jawed wrasse (Eibulus insidiatior) to propel its jaw to the moon and back (actually 65 % of its head length) has earned his name.

Watch this 35 second video–you will be amazed! (it even has cool music) elastic fish jaw

The Sling jawed wrass relies on suction to feed, one of the three predominant mechanisms of prey capture:

  • Suction
  • Ram (forward motion)
  • Manipulation (your basic catch and bite—think shark)

Using the one two punch of suction and ram, the sling jawed wrasse unfolds his extensible vacuum tube jaw much like a set of pull down attic stairs, turns on the suction and catches dinner.

Who knew?

Suction is noted to be the most common method of prey capture, but with some 28,000 species of fish, feeding mechanisms vary. Seems  all fish are not created equal when it comes to the ability to feed…

And neither are we. Especially when It comes to feeding on the word.

Some days I devour the word, pursue it with vigor.  I chase it down. Wrestle it and  chomp it, like a shark. I manipulate it–in a good sense.  Mull it over, chew it. Digest.

Other days, I open my mouth and simply inhale, hoping my lungs are strong enough, using suction to draw goodness in.

But it’s those “ram” days (more like cram days) that are the least efficient in terms of reading the word. Those are the days I quickly peruse the word, hurrying over it in an effort to catch a morsel en route to my next activity.

When it comes to God’s word, there are no short cuts.

The days I cut my feeding short are the days I suffer—as do those around me. I am short tempered, impatient. Doubt and discouragement encircle me.

I know better. And I have the tools. I have the time.

It’s just that some days I lack the hunger.

Oh, that I would hunger after the Word as that sling jawed wrasse pursues its prey—with a determined accuracy and tenacity. An appetite like that could change the world.

When your words came, I ate them; they were my joy and my heart’s delight, for I bear your name, LORD God Almighty.” Jeremiah 15:6

Imperial Geyser


Sometimes I find a wonder so wild, so untouched by human hands I’m left in complete awe of the Creator God.

Enter Imperial Geyser–tucked away on a hidden slope in Yellowstone National Park.

Imperial Geyser, Yellowstone National Park (watch video)


In the mist of its steaming turquoise blue waters, under its delightful spinning plume of water, I meditated on Psalm 89:11:

The heavens are yours, and yours also the earth; you founded the world and all that is in it.”

And I, for one, am thankful.

What wonder of God has stopped you in your tracks?

Spring Azures and Schedules


Each year I anticipate the arrival of the blues. Spring Azure blues, that is. As in butterflies. Those little-bit beauties assure me spring has arrived and warmer days are on the way.

Packaged in just over an inch of fluttering wonder, the Spring Azure adult stage of life is brief. Many survive only a few days days before laying eggs that will give rise to the next generation.

English: Spring Azure (Celastrina ladon) taken...

Spring Azure, Celastrina sp. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Yesterday, the Spring Azures visited my garden.

Spring Azure in my garden.

Spring Azure in my garden.

And to think I almost missed it.

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God, Nature and Nitrous Oxide


The calendar reminded me of what I longed to forget: Root canal, 2:00 pm. I was worried sick. Dental appointments are not my strong suit.

I needed an escape. So at 7:30 AM I packed my binoculars and went in search of a bluebird.

I’d been searching for the nest of a pair of Mountain Bluebirds that have been taunting me all week. My husband reported seeing a pair of the cerulean-blue wonders near a large snag just off the road. I went to investigate.

Mind you, I wasn’t chasing happiness, although the bluebird has been associated with happiness for centuries.

I sought the bluebird experience to pack some peace into a stressful day–and to pray.

Sialia currucoides - Mountain Bluebird, Cabin ...

Sialia currucoides – Mountain Bluebird(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

And God heard my prayer. Here’s what I found:

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We Need Knees–Here’s Why:


I would have missed it if I hadn’t dropped to my knees. Beauty stared up at me from the face of a tiny flower, Spring Draba (Draba verna).

Spring Draba (Draba verna)

Spring Draba (Draba verna)

Just an inch off the ground, this miniature bloom spoke volumes —reminding me of the words of famed conservationist Aldo Leopold:

He who hopes for spring with upturned eye never sees so small a thing as Draba.  He who despairs of spring with downcast eyes, steps on it, unknowing.  He who searches for spring with his knees in the mud finds it, in abundance.” Sand County Almanac

Such an image—“searching for spring on our knees.” Indeed, I found spring on my knees last week.

But on our knees we find so much more.

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What’s Smaller than a Hamster and Hibernates?


What’s smaller than a hamster and hibernates? The answer may surprise you.

Hibernation usually conjures up the image of a burly bear snoozing in his den, but the truth is, at least two species of butterflies hibernate (sleep through the winter) in their delicate and fragile adult phase—the Mourning Cloak and the Zephyr.

The Zephyr, Polygonia gracilis

The Zephyr, Polygonia gracilis

Mourning Cloak Butterfly pausing on Spruce bou...

Mourning Cloak  (Photo credit: Wikipedia)







This week, just two days before Easter, I was doubly blessed to see both of these butterflies  as they rose from their winter slumber.

How do these ephemeral creatures survive negative temperatures and live to fly again?

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Would Jesus Like Easter Lilies?


Would Jesus like Easter lilies? Maybe. Maybe not. I mean, think about it–Easter lilies—those showy, scented, “look-at-me-flowers” are everything Jesus was not:

For he grew up before him like a tender shoot, and like a root out of dry ground. He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in appearance that we should desire him.”  Isaiah 53:2

Easter Lily

Easter Lily (Photo credit: photoholic1)

I find it ironic that the “large and in charge” Easter lily  represents Christ and his resurrection. How did this come to be?

According to legend, lilies sprouted in the Garden of Gethsemane after Christ’s crucifixion—popping up from the sweat-soaked ground after his brutal bout of suffering.

From this legend, the multi-million dollar Easter lily business is believed to have grown. And this week those stately flowers will adorn the altars of thousands of churches, representing hope and purity.

Yet in keeping with his humility, I can’t help but think that Jesus would have preferred the more natural, unforced bloom of the humble Sand lily to that showman Easter Lily.

Each year, this elusive wildflower resurrects from battered soils for a brief appearance. I found the uncultivated, unfertilized and virtually unknown native Sand lily growing near Sisters, Oregon.

When pictured side by side, the differences between the lilies are striking:

Sand Lily

Sand Lily, Leucocrinum montanum

Easter lillies in June










You may be wondering if I’m suggesting we abolish the Easter lily tradition.  I’m not. That Easter lily wonderfully represents the grandeur of the miracle of Christ’s resurrection.

That said, I prefer the native Sand lily. Its subtle beauty and simplicity embodies all that Christ stood for.

My savior sought no attention, no accolades, no applause. He shunned the spotlight.

Instead, Christ lived selflessly—and died sacrificially. For you. And for me.

This Easter season, as we celebrate a time of renewal, may our lives blossom with the simple, understated  beauty of the Sand lily as we strive to grow daily in the grace of our glorious Lord.

Blessings to you and yours this Easter.

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Why Bird Feet Don’t Freeze


Generally, I don’t envy the animal life. Constantly on the hunt for your next meal, searching for shelter in a storm and certainly the worst—standing in freezing cold water.

But early one frigid morning last week, with my own feet shivering in their wool socks, I watched this Great Blue Heron wade for breakfast in icy cold water.

Great Blue Heron

Great Blue Heron

And I found myself wishing for his rete mirabile—(Latin for “wonderful net”)– a complex web of arteries and veins that serve as a natural heating pad  for bird feet.

Frances Wood of explains the details of this fascinating structure  as she answers the question why bird feet don’t freeze:

A miraculous adaptation called rete mirabile is responsible. This fine netlike pattern of arteries that carry warm blood from the bird’s heart is interwoven with the veins carrying cold blood from the feet and legs. This interweaving warms the cold blood in these veins before it reaches the bird’s heart. This system keeps the bird’s legs and feet warm, even without leggings and slippers.”

Once again, I stand amazed in the world of nature where details—right down to the natural heating coils in a wading bird’s skinny, scaly feet—are covered.

That’s so God.

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