By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    Nature is a natural therapy and healing remedy for the soul;
    an organic agent of solace and tranquility.
    Stroke for stroke my arms move in rhythm,
    shoulders engaged, and elbows extended.
    My kayak moves through the gentle waters;
     my soul paddles deep into the presence of God.
    And I hear Him whisper ...
    "The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament showeth His handiwork. Day unto day uttereth speech and night unto night showeth knowledge. There is no speech nor language where their voice is not heard."
    Psalm 119:1-3
    The soul must go where it can hear, experience, and safely worship God.
    The soul must go where it is nurtured and encouraged to experience and explore depth and intimacy with its Lover,
    communion with its Maker,
    confession with its Redeemer.
    Nature provides a tranquil air void of people and pollutant;
    void of politics, projection, and pretense.
    The voice of God is heard and His word prevails in the wonder of Nature.
    The voice of God sounds out ...
    and His message is pure.
    Cattails gather in clustered cliques of brown suade, a few bulging over with harvest white cotton. My hand strokes the suade, cracks open the bursting cell, and my fingers feel the wonder of God's creation.
    So soft, white, and clean.
    A sunbathing turtle idles quiet on a log,
    I touch him with my paddle and prompt a splashing. He dives into the water transmitting bubbles to the top, then shortly rises and returns to his place of sunning. I think that's happened to me a time or two also.
    The sharpened pencil of a tree suggests a beaver near to me, and all around me a sharpened sense of God's glory.
    Trees, naked and full, line the shoreline,
    and greens of every hue beneath the blue.
    Breathtaking beautiful is everywhere around me.
    My kayak glides effortlessly across the waters.
    Stroke for stroke and grace for grace ...
    the glory of God.
    In tranquility of Nature.

    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

     Be more overwhelmed by the grace of God,
    Than the test you face today;
    Be more overwhelmed by the word of God,
    Than the words you hear men say.
    When you stand alone then stand in Him,
    And He says, “I’ll be your stay.”
    Live in the grace that God provides,
    And be overwhelmed this day.


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    "Wish I would have ... wish I could have.
    I'd do so much over again and do it so differently."
    Are you one of "those" people?
    Is your emphasis on the past and negativity or are you joyfully employed in the present and living it out positively? Do you love the life you're living now or are you going to be repeating the same lines of negativity one year from now?
    In the name of all that's good and right, my friend, cease from the "muddles and puddles" and begin to live again.
    Appreciate the present.
    Live out adventure.
    Experience more. Explore more. Enjoy more.
    To all the nay-sayers and happiness slayers out there, consider my thoughts of challenging empowerment:
    I'm not wishing for a life to live over again.
     I love the one I've got!

    I feel like I'm living life all over again ... and I'm enjoying it.
    I dare to make more mistakes and take more risks. I dare to admit more frailty and accept more of my humanity. 
    I'm more adventurous this time around.
    Less demanding of myself.
    More relaxed.
    I laugh more, play harder, and love deeper.
    Everything I wished to be in younger years ...
    I am becoming.
    I believe in the power of redemption and honest confession.
    I believe in loving openly, suggestively, and passionately.
    I believe that authenticity and vulnerability are the foundation of true relationship and honest fellowship.
    I believe in shared transparency with others.
    I'm more supportive of others.
    More emphatic about grace.
    More quick to embrace.
     I speak to possibilities and convey a mindset of positivity.
    I believe that options are unlimited, opportunities are endless, and adventure awaits.
    In growing more childlike ... I believe we grow more beautiful.
    I love who God is making me and I hope you love who God is making you.
    I don't wish for a life to live over again ...
    I love the one I've got.
    How about you?
    Love the life you live ...
    An echo will follow.


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    We just never know what faces we'll meet and what places will complete our experience of adventure.
    Ask my spouse for a "hot spot" on the adventure trail and he'll likely choose the "Purple Pie Palace." Ask how we happened upon this divine dessert eatery and we'll integrate it deliciously into our last adventure out to the Hills.
    Some weeks ago an adventure was ours which included a hike up Black Elk, a journey into Jewel Cave, and a scenic drive through Custer. Central to our desires was a certain little city named Custer, population 1,987.
    In and of itself Custer is entirely insignificant but due to its prime location and centrality to significant sites like Black Elk and other famed places including Mt. Rushmore, Crazy Horse, Wind and Jewel Cave, and Sturgis, it carries weight by capitalizing on large scale tourism sites around itself.
    An overnight in Custer was ours for accommodating purposes and served us wonderfully.
    After an explosive day of exploration and a scenic drive through the Needles Passage in Custer (remember my massive Buffalo sighting some "Words" ago,) we entertained ourselves with a retiring evening ride through downtown Custer.
    This is when we spotted "it."
    A purple little eatery with a long line of people extending from its doors met our eyes.
    Evidently it was worth stopping for.
    We parked our car, poked our heads in, and decided it was worth the wait.
    We made the right choice!
    If ever a place served a more mouth-watering homemade pie and ice cream, we haven't found it.
    Oustanding. Exceptional. Edible. Mouth-watering. Delicio!!
    Yum, yum, and yum!
    Three "oinks" to the humorous pigs (statues) standing watch near the entrance. We now know what they're doing there.
    Mmmm ...
    It was so spectacular, my friend, that my spouse declared it a trip worthy of five hours and deemed it an adequate compensation for "my" relentless adventurist spirit.
    From here on out, all future exploits and adventures to the Hills, will be diplomatically assigned around the PURPLE PIE PALACE.
    A small degree of manipulation is sometimes condusive to the less adventurous I've learned ... and I"ve just found "me"self one.
    One adventure has the possibility of leading us into other delicious adventures and linking us to new faces and places making the journey more memorable, wonderful, and edible.
    Locate a new adventure and find yourself ...
     A "Purple Pie Palace."
    Seize the pie.


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    Today's my "neighbor" day.
    I'll knock on some new doors in my ever-changing neighborhood, introduce myself, and get to know the folks who live around me. The practice of relationship and hospitality is important to me and this is how I've chosen to participate.
     My entrance is charged with enthusiasm, energy, fun, and something tasty;
     and my exit is generally a new and interesting friend.
    The strategy is simple ... the results are profound.
    I've learned that all around me, people are hurting desperately.
    From drug addictions to marital afflictions;
    from loneliness to hopelessness;
    from depression to suppression;
    folks are going through tough stuff.
    Not once have I been rejected, refused, or responded to in a negative way ... but to the contrary. I've been a relieving antidote to the occasional "Jehovah Witness" visit and delicously and decidedly received!
    Mmmm ...
    A simple gesture and an unexpected kindness can make an unforgettably positive, beautiful difference in someone's life. And in loving my neighbors I discover more of myself and learn to love at deeper levels in tiny, tangible increments.
    It's extremely rewarding!
    Think outside the box and beyond your own backyard, my friend, and determine to be a neighbor to your neighbor. 
    Love in a simple, small, tangible way ... and see what it does in you.
    You'll be amazed!
    In opening our lives to our neighbors, we open our lives to adventure, and a new journey begins.
    Knock on a door ...
    Go explore.
    A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single knock.
    *The "August Sardonyx" Devotional Study begins today.
    Join me! 



     A little boy was visiting his grandparents on their farm and was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods. He practiced for a long while but couldn’t hit the target. Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for dinner. As he was walking back he saw Grandma’s pet duck. Impulsively, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head, and killed it.
    He was shocked, grieved, and scared.
    In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile, only to see his sister watching. Sally had witnessed the whole thing but she said nothing.
    After lunch the next day Grandma said, “Sally, let’s wash the dishes.”
    But Sally said, “Grandma, Johnny kindly told me he wanted to help in the kitchen.”
    Then she whispered to him,
    “Remember the duck?”
    So Johnny did the dishes.
    Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing and Grandma said, “I’m sorry but I need Sally to help make supper.”
    “Well that’s alright, Grandma, because Johnny told me he wanted to help you,” spoke smug little Sally. Then she whispered to him,
    “Remember the duck?”
    So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed behind to help.
    After several long days of doing both his chores and Sally’s … Johnny had finally had enough and he couldn’t stand it any longer. He came to Grandma in tears and finally confessed to his “killing of the duck” with the slingshot.
    Grandma knelt down and held Johnny tight a long while.
    “Sweetheart, I know, I saw the whole thing happen from the window. I was just wondering how long you’d let Sally make a slave of you. You’re forgiven and I love you.”
    Whatever the devil keeps throwing up in your face (lying, cheating, debt, fear, anger, bad habits, etc.) remember that, upon confession, it's nothing but a "dead duck".
      Christ loves you and has forgiven you;
     the duck is dead.
    Don’t let the devil make a slave of you.
    Don't allow the "Sally's" to whisper to you.
    Don’t let him use the duck ...
    It's time for Sally to wash her own dishes.
    The duck is dead.


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    What do you find energizing?

    Do more of it.
    Who do you find energizing?
    Spend more time with them.
    If the majority of your time is invested in energy-draining activity and absorbed by energy-draining individuals then make some energizing changes.
    You have options.
    Explore them.
    Implement them.
    Take advantage of the resources around you and quit living a less than desirable life.
    Quit using excuses for why you're not where you want to be and take a concrete step in the direction that provides you with energy for where you need to be.
    This is your "kick in the butt from Tutt," today.
    You've been through hard stuff?
    Yes ... we all have.
    The name of "your" shitstorm is irrelevant and I mean this whole-heartedly. Deal with it in order to experience wholeness, relationship, and energy.
    Refuse to dwell in the "shit" of a shitstorm.
    Tackle it honestly and take back what's been robbed from you.
    If you don't like my word choice ... you've got plenty of other options.
    Go ahead and tell the truth about your "ugliest" self and I'll tell you some beautiful things to support you. On the heels of every hard truth lies positive solutions, outcomes, and opportunities. On the heels of honest confession lies true relationship and beautiful life-giving qualities.
    Engage in energizing options because they exist. Spend time with energizing people because they're out there.
    You'll get through "this" thing just like others have ... and you'll come out better, wiser, more discerning, more loving, more empathetic, and less judgmental.
    God's promise!
    + I want to see you energized and restored.
    + I want to see you believing and living out the redemptive terms Christ has applied to you.
    + I want to see you thriving and experiencing growth.
    + I want to see you become more than you can ask or imagine.
    Live an adventurous and energized life!
    Get off your butt ...
    -Darrelyn L. Tutt
    "Live fully while you're here."
    -Tony Robbins



    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    A quick return on an investment is something to celebrate.
    We invested in bikes not even two weeks ago and already the investment has paid off in the priceless memories of an adventure.
    Yesterday we enjoyed a 20 mile trek around the city of Sioux Falls:
    We skirted through half a dozen parks, sailed under the newly sculpted "Arc of Dreams" downtown, enjoyed the beautiful "Falls Park," found ourselves breathless and winded on the trek up toward the State Penitentiary peak, and wove ourselves down and around the airport and industrial part of the city with a final stretch on the backside of the zoo bringing us into contact with Buffalo and Rhino.
    The word sensational would be inadequate for this adventure.
    But the best part is still to come:
    Upon hitting our 15 mile mark and descending deliciously down from the peak of the Penitentiary, the rains began to fall ... and not the gentle kind.
    A torrential downpour was ours for the final five miles of the ride; the kind of rain that suggests the possibility of hail but kindly holds back.
    The kind of rain that purges, cleanses, and rejuvenates; soaking into the clothes and seeping into the entire body. The kind of rain where water is sloshing out like gullets from the shoes and squeaking sounds are transmitted through soaked clothing and combined body movement.
    We were out in the open with the airfield to our left and the Big Sioux to our right and sandwiched somewhere deliciously in-between.
    Mmmm ...
    I held my face up, felt the rain, and my entire body rejoiced.
    Deliciously drenched!
    It felt so intoxicatingly good that I almost didn't want to get home.
     While my husband might beg to differ on the defining of enjoyment, he admitted a small pleasure in my childlike delight and found my joy contagiously appealing.
    And so we laughed together, we two, in the rain and for a moment held hands and peddled.
    We returned to the comforts of home, enjoyed a long hot shower, put on warm dry clothes, and ate buttery popcorn and watched a movie.
    And I think we might've enjoyed ... the best ride ever!
    The contrasts of temps and weather changes experienced on our 20 mile ride were of the dramatic and extraordinary kind, and isn't this generally what creates an everlasting memory?
    Full sensory involvement plus complete energy investment.
    Yes, I think so.
    In being deliciously drenched together, we enjoyed an unforgettable and priceless memory together and with more to come ... though Scot says it won't be tomorrow. Ha.
    By changing one little letter and transferring "Hiking" to "Biking," our mode of transportation changed and we were given a new lens and an unforgettable experience.
    Our small investment in bikes has already paid off and proven wise.
    Climatic contrasts usher in climactic results of the most memorable kind ... and now they are ours.
    Let the rains fall.
    Deliciously drenched!
    "Life is either a daring adventure or nothing."
    -Helen Keller


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    I feel great drops of mercy,
    Gently falling like a rain;
    I hear the calm assurance,
    Of the One who speaks my name.

    I feel His breath upon me,
    Moving strong and deep within;
    The stirring of the Spirit,
    Orchestrating needed wind.

    How great is my Redeemer,
    And the One who cares for me;
    Who showers me with blessing,
    And who loves so tenderly.

    Refreshing and renewing,
    Gently calling me by name;
    And filling me, instilling me,
    With heaven’s ... mercy rain.

    “You, O God, sent a plentiful rain; whereby you confirmed Your inheritance, when it was weary.”
    Psalm 68:9


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    The song of the cicada on the prairie;
     the incessant hum and sound of note like a strand of curiously vibrating electricity.
    Acoustic harmonicity.
    The shaven pulse of highs and lows keeping rhythm with the night;
    the soft of globe, a helium orb, and the language of light.
    The soul of the poet is soothed and calmed,
     the thoughts of the mind are gently enbalmed,
    with song on the prairie.
    The wind blows soft and the air is sweet,
    I sit outside ...
    and my thoughts are deep.
    I listen hard and I drink in deep,
     the refrain of the prairie ...
    And the peaceful song of the cicada.

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