Author Archives: claraberge

As I was going through my day I had an aha moment. You know those moments that catch you unawares with a realization. In the middle of drawing with my 12th year old it dawned on me. This. What I was doing right now was something I dreamed about doing but couldn’t do for twelveContinue reading “Yesterday, today and tomorrow.”

Well I’ve been quiet because I decided that sitting looking at my phone was boring and that I’d take up a new hobby. Normally hobbies are things you like to do but in my case it’s something I would like to like to do. I have a theory that some personalities are naturally people whoContinue reading “Cleaning.”

Our lives are constantly changing. We have things today we longed for yesterday. We don’t have things we’ve desired all our lives. There is always a bit of both. Whenever the voice of discontentment wants to whisper to me I make a list of things I’m grateful for. There is something about seeing all theContinue reading “Content”

Before you came You were Loved in Light Before you knew Right from wrong You were forgiven Before you doubted The truth It set you free Before you believed the lies You were given the Kingdom Before you were a slave You were a son Before you were hurt Your healing was bought Before youContinue reading “Before.”

We live in a world our forefathers could barely have imagined. With communication at our fingertips. At any moment we can not only hear but see a friends face even if they are on the other side of the world. Amazing right! But at the same time we live in a world where people seemContinue reading “Pick up the phone!”

This is the latest thing my boys are playing with. The seven-year old will hide in there and come out shouting like a wild raging warrior. I have to admit it looks very appealing to me. If only I could fit in the box. I’d like to steal their sign and put it on myContinue reading

My day started with a cup of tea brought to me in bed by my twelve-year-old son. There’s no better way to be woken up in my books. Especially on a Monday morning. I think Monday blues are real. Back to work and all that. As I slugged my way through the morning hours IContinue reading “Focused.”

It starts out as nothing much Just a dried twig or two Patiently she searches For the right ingredients A bit of soft fluff Is a treasure found Till finally it is ready She trusts it with her eggs Her most valuable possessions Her hard work all worth it All the little unimportant things TogetherContinue reading “The Nest”

It’s four minutes past the double zero digits… Earliest I’ve been up in awhile. No seriously my friends’ kids get up at six a.m. I can’t even imagine the pain of waking up that early. I was born a night owl. My theory is you are either the one or the other. This morning startedContinue reading “Night time musings…”