Recently a good friend made me a mask. I really loved it … until I wanted to put it on in public. I paused when I looked at it as I walked up to the store. Then, without hesitation, I put it back in my bag and pulled out a different one. It’s not that I don’t love Jesus. I do. More than anything. It’s not that I don’t want to tell others about Him. I do. Whenever the Spirit prompts me. No. Those are not the reasons I think… Read more The Wrong Mask →
When I was walking through the woods this morning, I asked the Lord to show me something new. Immediately, my gaze fell to this feather. I looked closer and saw… Read more Something New →
Early one morning – the sun was still weak, I stepped through an old rusted gate.Walked into my garden and took peekWhat I saw, I know, was my fate. Overcome by… Read more IN THE BEGINNING →
An Almost Biblical Guide to Planning and Celebrating a Pandemic Wedding Planning and eventually celebrating a wedding in a pandemic is an epic experience. My son and his now wife… Read more Until Masks Us Do Part →
I still remember seeing her for the first time. I was craning my neck while looking down from my window seat as we approached the airport. She stood motionless in… Read more The Kindness of America →
It’s good to remember where we come from, who we were and who we are today. I am grateful that God’s grace and mercy in Jesus Christ covers my mistakes… Read more The Truth about Lies →
We signed bazillion dotted lines On twenty pounds of paper We went to classes – stretched our minds Did court instead of labor Then welcomed three into our clan Their pain became soon ours We knew that family was God’s plan Here evil loses power God knits a family of love Of many different colorsForms bonds with cords designed above So hearts and lives grow fuller. Our Father wants us fig’ring out There’s no such thing as “others” That all His children walk about As sisters and as brothers. To… Read more Family →
We are made to tell our story and listen to the ones around us. We are storytellers because our Father is an eternal Storyteller. He weaved our story into us before He gave creation its first breath – before He gave it to us. Our story is not finished with our final breath, not even when the earth breathes its last. Why wouldn’t we gently share and carefully listen to find out what it means to be human, what it means to be fully known and completely loved? I wonder… Read more It Matters →
