Day 38: CasaRock #kitchentherapy I looked around at the countertops filled with preparations for a party – the menu was scribbled on a piece of paper next to a...
“What are you thinking right now?” It’s a common question – one that I’ve asked so many times when conversations grow still or eyes find their focus in that...
Day 37: Six weeks. 4000 miles. Four states. Two holidays. Six weddings. Two birthdays. One anniversary. One tattoo. Two special houseguests. Two Thanksgiving dinners. One Thanksgiving breakfast. One cup of...
My precious brother Wycliffe, I am so thankful for your friendship. I know we live worlds apart – you in a remote village in western Kenya and me in a...
Day 35: Mesquite, Texas The tears fell as she walked down the aisle. “She is breathtaking.” Even the pastor had to pause to take it all in, this glorious...
Day 34: Davey Crockett National Forest The gray, cold morning invited me to stay inside the tiny hunting cabin and bury under the covers to hide from the chill....
Day 33: Dallas, Texas. The warm sun and cool breeze wove themselves together like the perfect quilt around me. The night before, I had been here – in this...
“Tomorrow is supposed to be day 635.”
She texts and I whisper the prayer. “Please don’t die.” I never let her know it in that first year, but there was...
Day 32: Austin, Texas. We stood under the towering oak trees as the morning sun played peek-a-boo through the leaves, whispering “new day, new mercy.” Grabbing work gloves, shovels and...
Day 31: Parking lot. “Wow, that photo. It’s beautiful – it looks like diamonds.” A filmmaker friend said that as he glanced through the images on my phone this...
Day 30: Arrington, Tennessee. If you were to look in the album “Beautiful Things” on my phone, you’d take a peek into a special heart-space of stories. The images...