(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
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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
Littlest Voices
All over the world, they peer from the shadows of deconstructed realities… From the rice fields of Vietnam, laboring under a relentless sun. From the slums of Kenya, neglected and starving . From the mountains of Nepal, sold into slavery. From the countryside of Zimbabwe, oppressed by the whims of a corrupt dictator. And from…Read more Littlest Voices
