Ocean tides have a profound healing effect on the trauma of my childhood. This is especially true in the afternoon when waves nudge and inch farther into dry sand but eventually they have to obey centrifugal force and God. The mighty expanse of ocean has a line it cannot cross. It can go only this
Life sure adds up. Sometimes smiles, small wins, and simple joys create a composite of peace. Other times, setbacks lead to death by a thousand cuts. Where is God, we wonder. Could He just give me a break? Last week was one of those weeks. Tuesday, I deleted every last piece of video evidence that
Would it help you today to know it’s ok to laugh? That even in the insanity of daily headlines, we aren’t hopeless, and I do hope we’re not humorless. Just because the globe is uptight doesn’t mean God forgot His fun side. It’s everywhere. Here are a few places I see it: His creation The
It called to me from the thrift store jewelry case—a vintage pearl face watch with translucent beads and just the right Bohemian flair for my flowy outfit. It had probably belonged to someone’s grandma. For a few bucks, it would be a shame not to clasp it around my wrist. I wore it several times
I once wrote a twenty-word “fast fact” for a corporate report that got slapped with a 200-word disclaimer by the legal team. Imagine, twenty words saddled with ten times their weight in unwieldly corporate claptrap—connected through an asterisk and buried in 8-point type. Makes me think. I’m so glad Jesus didn’t complicate things. He just
Only now at age 50 have I found my calling. I want to be an old bag. I’ll explain. If life were a bag, I’d want mine to look like this weathered leather briefcase. I want to be worn from all the hands that found comfort in mine. I want to be expanded from loads