“Bless the Lord, O my soul!”
I needed to hear these words this morning. “Bless the Lord, O my soul! … You who laid the foundation of the earth, so that it should not be moved forever, You covered it with the deep as with a garment; The waters stood above…
Divinity in Veterans
Today, Allie delivered three bouquets to sweet women at Autumn Care. One held a baby doll and struggled to find her words, but she had beautiful eyes behind her thick glasses. The others were asleep, so we were extra quiet upon entering their rooms. Their…
Fly Away Full!
We’d been having problems. In particular, pond problems — and it was proving to be no small matter. An expert in the creating and maintaining of ponds came. His analysis of ours and a plan to fix it made our jaws drop. At a minimum,…
Mary’s Little Lamb
Near the cross [where The Lamb hung] stood his mother… (John 19:25) (The following story, though allegorical in nature, is true — as recounted by my dear mother, Mary. It is fitting for her to have witnessed this, as she is, to me, a person who…
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…
A Lesson Learned from a Pyrenees Prisoner
“When your words came, I ate them; they were my joy and my heart’s delight…” (Jeremiah 15:16 — ESV) Our Great Pyrenees has traded open pastureland for a confined space measured in yards rather than acres. We drive by where Finley is now a prisoner,…
The Gift of Waiting
I’d been waiting — holding on for a quarter of a century. Only recently have I let go. In the early 1990s, I collected everything I could Noah’s Ark-themed. This was a time in my life when I yet believed my broken body would one…
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;…
Walk On
On our recent trip to D.C., Bill bought me a new pair of shoes. Black ones — simple, beautiful. In them, I walked. I walked the spacious grounds of Mount Vernon — strolling in my shoes where George and Martha Washington once walked in theirs….