Finley and the Gift of Brave.
Today is my birthday. I’ve had 54 of them now, so you think I’d get bored with them. But there’s always a “brand new” that happens when I think...
Captain Amy & the Golden Eggs
What is it about the name Amy? I honestly don’t think I know a bad one. I’ve traveled to the other side of the world to serve the discarded...
You May Have a Point – but You’re Wrong.
I’ve heard it said that short-term mission trips can be damaging, that they are little more than easy ways for people to pacify an itch to be Santa Claus....
Turning Left.
From the car, I could see it. The Strand. A tourist destination on the Gulf of Mexico – cluttered with hotels and bars and people longing to find a...
Something is Missing
We gathered in a church classroom at the Christian Alliance for Orphans Summit – a group of strangers joined at the heart with a passion for orphan care and...
Something that Feels like Normal. (Moore, OK)
The stench from broken sewer pipes and buried refrigerators sent my mind to the dump in Guatemala where Courtney and I wept as we held the hands of the...
Amy and the Long Road (McLoud, OK).
It’s been three weeks since tornadoes ravaged neighborhoods in Central Oklahoma. The sides of the road are still littered with the ripped remnants of shredded homes. Here in McLoud,...
The Giving Key.
The doors of the plane were closing as he hurried down the aisle to find an empty spot in the crowded plane. Michelle and I were attempting a classic...
A Welcome Home.
I’ll admit it, my eyes do gleam a little when I talk about food. And yes, I do read cookbooks like romance novels. I have done Snoopy dances after...
Love Looks Like.
But the kind of love that God created and demonstrated is a costly one because it involves sacrifice and presence. It’s a love that operates more like a sign...
Want to Fly.
The spirit of every human is like a kite which rises by means of those very forces which seem to oppose its rise; the tie that joins it to...
See the More.
A broken soul is not the absence of beauty, but a cracked and torn soul reeks of the sweet incense it contains. ~C. JoyBell C. The ravine sits...
