Helping you hold on to what is true and trustworthy.

Accidental Days and Soda Pop Pork

My friend Susie and I accidentally spent an entire day together this weekend. What started as a morning meeting to discuss writing became one long meandering conversation about life...

Hush. There’s Hope.

The windows are open, filling the room with sweet spring green beauty and the symphony of birds. There is a hush to this day. And then sirens in the...

This isn’t about the Uproar.

This week, a man went on trial for murder. Eight of them. Seven infants. One woman. This week, there was an uproar that more was not made of the...

Cheating with Limoncello | LiMadeleine Torte

So, I talk a lot about how good it is for my soul to spend time sitting at the table – or standing in the kitchen – with others....

Vulnerable (willing).

This isn’t really a story, but more about the beginnings of one. Call it a diary entry – or a pledge – or a reminder to not be afraid....

Invitation to My Table (and a secret recipe).

So, what is the purpose of a table? Is it merely to hold the dishes and the drinks? Is it just four legs and a slab? Oh no, it...

Rooster crows. Doves cry. Hammers ring. People jeer. Voice cries out. Thunder echoes. Stone scrapes. {deafening silence} Stone scrapes. Doves cry. One weeps. One speaks. People cheer. It’s Saturday....

30 Pieces.

If I had one last meal, I wouldn’t spend it with the person I knew would betray me – Love does. ~ Bob Goff They’ve been with Him...

Father of the Hand-written.

There is not one who slips by unnoticed. There is not one who is anonymous to Him. Every name, every face, every small detail. He knows. All divinely hand-made,...

The Perfect One. (to Ian)

Yes, most of the posts on this blog – in the section marked “life” – are about this ChristStumbler. The stories are about things I’m being taught as I...