Liberty Falls




the state of being free within society from oppressive restrictions imposed by authority on one’s way of life, behavior, or political views.

synonyms: independencefreedomautonomysovereigntyself-governmentself-ruleself-determination;


Prior to the election 2016, as I was having my morning coffee, my eyes went to my sideboard and rested on a small battered statue that had been tossed around enough to decapitate the head.  As I pondered why this was there and my concerns for the upcoming election the message was clear.

America has lost her way.

Her torch that lit the way is gone.  Her head that guided our course has broken off.  Once she served God but now has chosen “self”.  Her thinking has become a defective illusion based on what man thinks is best.  It is impossible for man to see the whole only God can do that.


Without a head there can be no vision, therefore, no future or a bleak one at that.

Communication fails because there is no mouth to speak out for justice.

She cannot hear the cries of the hungry, the poor, nor the tired any longer.  She has no ear to turn toward her own children.

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The hand that held the torch to light the way is gone.  There is no loving touch.  She cannot minister to herself let alone others.

American is the home of the Brave.  We are the home of the Free.  We are the refuge for the lonely.

Now is the time for rebuilding America.  We cannot hold evil at bay if we implode from within.  Entitlement needs to be put on the altar as we become contributors, each and every person on this soil. Energies need to be focused on that rebuilding.

The election is over. It might not have gone the way you wanted. All I can say is…




Quotes from Etty…

Etty Hissesum

In a morning study I came across two quotes that jarred me. They have not left me but have stirred me up viewing my own spirituality as pitifully frail. So I invite you to grab a “cuppa” of choice and take a minute for yourself and read these quotes from “Etty”…

Esther ‘Etty’ Hillesum was a young Jewish woman whose letters and diaries, kept between 1941 and 1943 describe life in Amsterdam during the German occupation. They were published posthumously in 1981, before being translated into English in 1983.

“It is now half-past seven in the morning. I have clipped my toenails, drunk a mug of genuine Van Houten’s cocoa and had some bread and honey, all with what you might call abandon. I opened the Bible at random but it gave me no answers this morning. Just as well, because there were no questions, just enormous faith and gratitude that life should be so beautiful, and that makes this an historic moment, that and not the fact that S. and I are on our way to the Gestapo this morning.”

And another…

“I find life beautiful and I feel free. The sky within me is as wide as the one stretching above my head. I believe in God and I believe in man and I say so without embarrassment. Life is hard but that is not bad thing. If one starts by taking one’s own importance seriously, the rest follows. It is not morbid individualism to work on oneself. True peace will come only when every individual finds peace within himself, when we have all vanquished and transformed our hatred for our fellow human beings of whatever race–even into love one day, although perhaps that is asking too much. It is , however, the only solution. I am a happy person and I hold life dear indeed, in this year of Our Lord, 1942 the umpteenth year of the war.”

Etty could not stop the Nazis regime, but she made faith-filled and powerful choices in the face of powerlessness. Therefore, she had the victory due to her trust in God. She also died–BUT her words and insights prevail!!!

Go beyond this post and search her words out…

Who are You When the Lights Dim and the Spotlight Comes On?

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The spot light goes out.  Its back to the ordinary.  Its back to your being just you.  Are you the same as when you are on stage? Or are you two…the one on stage as “the performer” and “the other” who is hard to please and breaches every trust of God and man. Is your tongue forked?

What if it is only a child who could not understand a great orator like yourself? Do you go on stage for just a little one?

What if its a crowd of one?  Does your ego tremble in defeat? The “house” was not sold out, there is only one person attending. Its just the homeless bum that sneeked in a side door.  His stench fills the balcony.  Is it still worth your time to go on stage?

Do you fill with fear and go blank with stage fright? Do you follow a script learned in grade school? A canned speech? Or do you fill with the passion and compassion of God and pour out to the crowd?

Who are you when its your turn to speak?…

The crowd hushes to hear you, after all the spot light is on you.

Its your turn!

What Will I Be When I Grow Up? or My Ha!Ha! Moment

I’m at a cross road. Over the years I’ve crossed a lot of roads. Now I find that I am coming around the bend to where I started. Meaning that in my pursuit of working outside the home I find my heart turning back toward home for retirement. Retirement?!

The elusive task  to find what I will be when I grow up has always escaped me. Partly because there is a spot in me that won’t grow up.  Its that spot that gets so excited pursuing new adventures and gaining new skills it just won’t stay satisfied for very long. So, I ponder what should I be doing…and ponder myself right into a rut. Years ago our pastor, Paul Smith, told me that a rut is a grave with both ends kicked out.

This morning  I needed to get out of that rut and gain some inspiration, focus, and coffee.  I was waking up by sipping coffee and perusing emails when something captured my attention, my little “in-box”.  Emails are a great way to get lost in the pursuit…and wake up.

Email Screenshot HaHa Moment

The whole time I was muddling through what I should be doing in the next couple years…(muddling through is my form of prayer).  My new grandson will need my care for a year or so and that makes me happy to have to stay around the house. Working outside the home has it’s advantages but for a homebody it gets in the way of life.

I have hordes of collected materials stacked up that need to be used.  It is my physical investment account for retirement. The quandary is that my interests are different and have changed while the unused material has laid dormant. Is retirement a process of catching up with yourself and purging the unused collections? All of these thoughts crashed into each other leaving me confused and sleepy.

Meanwhile, I am thinking that I need to journal this out.  To work it out in the medium that allows me to travel through my thoughts and get them organized. Another form of prayer..

I was on the “Artisan Avenue” site looking at pieces created by fellow artisans.  There were 9 images listed.  As I was waking up and gaining momentum I saw one that especially liked. It was my own work. How cool is that?!! It was better than coffee & emails!

Fairy Godmother screen print

It was my Ha!Ha! Moment of “Be-ing here to Be here and just Be-ing”.

Proverbs 3:5-6 says: “Trust God from the bottom of your heart; don’t try to figure out everything on your own.  Listen for God’s voice in everything you do, everywhere you go; He’s the one Who will keep you on track.”

And sometimes He laughs…with us and at us, but He is always for us. Maybe I am growing up, just a little bit.

Oh, my article on Fairy Godmothers will be published in the Somerset Studio Gallery coming out in June.  It might lift your heart a little bit.