Beautiful In His Time
Today was the day. The day when one knows summer’s over, and it’s time to prepare for the coming cold. The season of flowers has ended, and the time for falling leaves has arrived. So I rolled up my sleeves and stepped out into sunshine,…
Not Silent
(Bill and I recently saw the movie GOSNELL — The Trial of America’s Biggest Serial Killer. I wrote the following on May 13, 2013, when he was found guilty. I continue to desire to never stay silent when my voice can make a difference.) “I…
A Call to Beauty
Somehow she knew, that sweet Girl of mine. My heart has been heavy, with the sadness of our sick puppy and the loss of our one and a half month old calf, exactly one week ago today. We don’t know why he died, just found…
A 29 Year Reflection
Twenty-nine years ago today, the door of possibility was flung open wide and we walked through with faith. In that time, our faith has been tested, just as it is for all of those who choose to say, “I do” — knowing full well there…
A Child’s Dream
When we were kids, we used to dream. (We didn’t know then that, sometimes, there’s a cost to dreaming.) “When I have a son one day, I want to name him Troy,” you’d said. Troy — the name of the kid that had been a…
Lesson Learned from a Restive Retriever
“The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance.” (Ps. 16:6 — NIV) Unlike our Pyrenees prisoner, whose restlessness landed him behind extra strands of barbed wire on our neighbors’ farm, our restive Retriever puppy faces restrictions for…
Jesus Always
Our first Sunday evening of Advent was perfect. May I repeat? PERFECT! I had the wreath displayed so nicely in a central location in our home. I had the candles ready. Our little plastic Mary and Joseph were preparing to embark on their journey toward…
Lamb Light
The City doesn’t need sun or moon for light. God’s Glory is its light, the Lamb its lamp (Rev. 21:23 – The Message)! Well past midnight on Christmas Eve, we made our way to the barn and to the pasture beyond. No celestial orb lit the…
Where I Walk
“The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.” William Blake I walk a parish called White Oak, which inconspicuously “becomes” after a simple bend off Fines Creek. We have a community center; a church with a bell that rings “Welcome!” three times a week;…
Your Golden Year, Jacob
Last night we sat outside, enjoying extended conversation after dinner — Jacob, Bill and me. It was the Golden Hour, and I noticed something. There weren’t any fireflies. Typically they illumine the hillside — a synchronized light show over our pasture and in the trees…