Nothing Worse

What is more horrible than feeling unloved?

What is more awful than being ignored, ridiculed or rejected?

What is more empty than loneliness?

There is something.

I sat still today and thought. I thought about how hard it is to react rightly…

Beautiful Morning

Sun to the south hitting the bare white branches hard against the charcoal gray clouds hovering in the north. Love that sight. I was swept up in it this morning as I drove home from dropping off the boys at school. That dark cloud started throwing do…


I sat with him, stroking his thick brown hair, running my fingers up and down his arm…long, but small at this beginning of awkward size he has reached at 10.

He was home, sick, today and asked for a movie, not just a movie though…he wanted me t…

Followed by Mercy

In a matter of minutes I was presented with two scenarios, I am either a poor example of protection and security over my children, or a rich one.

What Am I Exalting?

The wicked strut about on every side
When vileness is exalted among the sons of men. Psalm 12:8 NASB

When I read that verse this morning, the first thought I had was of conflicts we are hearing about around the world. Obama, Kerry, Putin, Syria……

Good Seed for Long Furrows

The line of pain runs down from my lower back, through my left hip and radiates through my leg: here, there, tight, loose, numb, excruciating and stiff.

It’s been a long couple of weeks. Sleepless nights, comfortless rest, painful living-it-out re…

My Everything

I see so many quotes, articles, messages, letters, all sorts of wordy ways to say how important someone is to someone else.

I understand it’s important to communicate these things. I understand how heartfelt and sincere everyone is.

I can’t jo…

Circular Breathing

I remember someone saying to me that there are some musicians and singers who have trained themselves in circular breathing. Inhaling while they are still pushing out notes. It’s not easy, and it’s not natural.

I was never able to do it. I really…

Feed Your Blessings

Sitting in my usual spot on the back porch I’m amazed as my stillness allows the presence of tiny winged creatures to buzz nearer to me than I am accustomed. These colorful fellows and subdued dames with long beaks and fragile frames dart in and out of…