Author Archives: Bronwyn Wilson

When Life Happens While You’re Planning to Go to Wales

“Want to go to Wales?” I asked Jerry a few months ago. “Sure,” he said in the same way he might say, “Sure, I’ll go to the library or post office.” I began researching tours and cruises and castles. I called Princess cruise lines twice to see if we could get a discount as (ahem) “their loyal repeat customers.”

I’ve had Wales on my must-see list from an early age. As young as four or five, people began asking how to pronounce my name. Their second question always followed. “What nationality is that?” When I explained Bronwyn is a Welsh name, many would often say, “Ohhh, you must go to Wales one day. It’s beee-uuuu-teeee-ful there.” read more

Blog Debut

Here’s the beginning of my blog. It starts with a memory of a life behind a door. This painting (by my husband Jerry) features our home in Woodinville, Washington. It served as my safe haven, and often as a prison. The gardens reflected a sliver of God’s splendor and for an anxiety sufferer (as I was) anything that reminded me of God’s splendor gave me hope.

Flowers reflect a sliver of God's splendor.

Flowers reflect a sliver of God’s splendor.