Crooked. Wonky. Beautiful.
A smile costs nothing but gives much. It enriches those who receive without making poorer those who give. It takes but a moment, but the memory of it sometimes...
True Liberty.
“They are like trees growing beside a stream, trees that produce fruit in season and always have leaves. Those people succeed in everything they do.” ~Psalm 1 “…What counts is your life. Is it green...
…but.
Those three little letters wield so much power. But. How often do I use them to explain the almost, the not quite, the never really had any intention to...
Give Us Vision, Lest We Perish.
In simple humility, let our gardener, God, landscape you with the Word, making a salvation-garden of your life.” James 1:21MSG The single beautiful blossom greeted me at the Jamaica School...
In Eden, They Laugh. Loud and Bold and Beautiful.
The road is rough and winding, and at times it feels as if it folds in on itself as it snakes around vine-covered trees and deep valleys. But at...
Praying from Z to A.
It was a rather purposeful accidental thing. I sat in the dark technical booth in the back of the room, with a lighting board to my left and a...
Catch the Sunrise.
Today, I marked something off my adventure list. You know the one. The list of things I want to do to remind myself I’m fully alive. Reach into the...
A Growing Ache.
I’ve been pondering a lot lately. Maybe it’s the time of year. It seems things just get more “real” when summer starts to wind down. Or maybe it’s all...
inspired :: Safe House.
Praise the Lord and sing loudly to Him – big songs of praise to Him. It’s only right – it’s so very good. He builds a beautiful house and...
we want to see.
It’s easy to get caught up in trying to figure out if needs are real. I see a homeless woman begging on the street corner and question her motives....
what home looks like
There are days when I’m simply homesick. It’s a homesick that isn’t really about a specific physical destination at all – but about a place where I feel most...
we are all the same.
We sat quietly as the dawn began to break, the landscape around us shifting from grayscale to color. Jim was reviewing the images he had captured while I organized...
