When a Dream is Undone.
“If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.” ― Lemony Snicket It’s easy to encourage others to trust in the Lord and...
Life is Carved in Ruts.
I sit beside them at the handmade table, tucked away in the only shady spot in the courtyard that connects the small home, workshop and barn. The steamy afternoon air...
God-Crafted Family (dinner).
“We’ve walked a lot of earth together.” The table has seen so many family dinners over the years. We’ve celebrated birthdays and anniversaries and pregnancies and new jobs there....
Voice in the Dark.
(prayer from The Praying Tree by Michael Leunig) I didn’t mean to wake up before dawn. But then again, I don’t ever really mean to wake up too early...
A Word for 2014: Redeem.
Last year was a first for me. A nudge to select a word and allow it to be written into my calendar days with India Ink intensity. The word...
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...
The False Positive.
It’s quiet right now. So very quiet. No music plays. No television shows echo in the background. There is no scrolling Twitter feed in front of me, and no...
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...
In the Deafening Silence.
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....
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,...
Becoming Quiet.
Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you...
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...
