Flames often flare in my work, symbolizing myriad states of being. I invite you to an online gallery of fire-themed work. Descriptions of each piece and prints and/or originals are available for purchase from my Etsy store by clicking on the artwork title. (Once on the Etsy page, click "see full item details" to the…Read more Fire (an online gallery)
spiritual journey
The Day I Became A Protester
I was scared to go, and I didn’t have the faintest idea how to be a protester. As my patient husband can attest, I’ve certainly ranted and raved at home about issues. But the most radical political act I’ve committed up until this week was to vote. Except for maybe when I adopted a Black…Read more The Day I Became A Protester
Peace in Troubled Times
John 16:33 New International Version (NIV) “I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”
Tongues of Fire
During this time when my world shrinks and my physical coming and going is limited by a Covid19 shelter in place to rooms in my house, my mind wanders to a place far away. Last November, I worshiped in a North Vietnamese church, so newly born it still glowed with the embers of its originating…Read more Tongues of Fire
Hide Me in the Cleft
"...and it will come about, while My glory is passing by, that I will put you in the cleft of the rock and cover you with My hand until I have passed by." Exodus 33:22
Orphans in Zimbabwe
Photo: kids in Zimbabwe along for the ride to fill water containers I'm currently en route from Bulawayo, Zimbabwe to Colorado, wrestling with the joys and tragedies I witnessed of a courageous people under the siege of a bankrupt economy. Why are kids orphaned in Zimbabwe? What are their lives like? Travel along vicariously with…Read more Orphans in Zimbabwe
Where I Saw Jesus in Vietnam
"Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God." Matthew 5:8 I walk down a path, rutted and baked in the sun. Red dirt stretches to blue sky, rimmed by green jungle and weathered gray wood structures. They watch, two small girls, framed in a doorway as we near their home. Behind…Read more Where I Saw Jesus in Vietnam
Colleen Briggs Images & Writing 