Rhonda Gunn

Spring in our Mouths

One day I knew I, too, was like a tree in this gorgeous forest of believers, these metaphoric oaks of righteousness, those Lebanon cedars…not perfect, but fully HIS, and fully belonging to one another.

The Photo in Hinterhaus

There is a photo that hangs in Hinterhaus. I had it made large and put it in a frame so when I sit on the long chase lawn chair with Teddy (my dog) I can see it. My computer screen, the navy clock I was carrying around in my car at the time, a singleContinue reading “The Photo in Hinterhaus”

The Way Home

“You know the way home”, he said…….”I am the way.”

For the Birds

But what about the birds? Maybe they are a foretaste–an enticing first portion of a meal one is being prepared for in heart lest I might be fainted away at the full course.