Art

When A Life Catches Fire

(c) 2019, art and excerpts from Come After Me, fiction manuscript, by Colleen Briggs. RELIGION... Pine Springs, Colorado, USA March, 2002 Chinook winds howled down the tree-lined streets. Branches overhead tussled and cracked. Halfway down the next block, a limb crashed to the ground. She tugged her hat tighter over her ears. After wandering for…Read more When A Life Catches Fire

Studio Update

After a season of living art - a miraculous trip to Kenya, the wedding of our oldest son, hosting our Kenyan family, and starting a new/old job with Hope's Promise (I previously served with HP from 2006-2012), I'm thrilled to be painting again. Feels like my soul is breathing , taking in all the momentous…Read more Studio Update

Though the Vision Tarries

Habakkuk 2:3 For the vision is yet for the appointed time; It hastens toward the goal and it will not fail. Though it tarries, wait for it; For it will certainly come, it will not delay.

Above All, Keep Your Heart Free

When Mugabe, thirty-plus-year year dictator of Zimbabwe, bulldozed neighborhoods who didn’t vote for him and committed other horrendous human rights abuses, my friends took international journalists to witness his crimes. And paid for it by ending up on the government hit list. L describes how she and her husband, a pastor, fell asleep at night…Read more Above All, Keep Your Heart Free

Wandering Home

We feel the passion and delight of God, sailing clear channels. Then suddenly storms swirl, currents drag us under. Flung far from our intended destination, we wonder: has God forgotten what He said? Negated His promise? Sucked into the darkness, we survive day to day. The hopes and dreams of the past fade to a…Read more Wandering Home

Carrying Dreams

Sometimes God gives us dreams. But, like a caged bird on our back, we carry them endless miles. The storms billow and the bird sleeps. Still we trudge through the years. But, if the promise was given, it will be kept. Place one foot in front of the other until at last the skies clear…Read more Carrying Dreams

Days at the (Art) Museum

As a kid, I was a bit of an anomaly. My grandfather created wood carvings, but, otherwise, I seemed to pop up out of nowhere - an artist born to an accountant and an engineer. An oddball, but never a misfit. My parents could not have been more supportive. My family moved to the countryside…Read more Days at the (Art) Museum