The arid prairie stretches to the horizon–it’s tanned face lined and creased–pulling away from itself because of the summer heat. And I’m reminded of my grandfather’s face. A farmer accustomed to toiling in the heat of the day, he was a...
Strains of praise music filled the sanctuary while God’s people raised their voices in adulation and reverence. Yet I stood–motionless, unmoved, and angry. Lord, help my unbelief. I can’t see your plan in his pain…his struggle…his...
We encounter them everyday–people who need. “How are you?” we ask breezily–moving on without waiting for the answer hidden behind the flippant response, “Okay. I’m fine.” But, the young mother who just walked...
It was on odd, perfunctory ending to what had been an opportunity for reconciliation and restoration. After years of dysfunction, I had hoped for more from our relationship. More understanding. More normalcy. More love. Sometimes, though, healing is...
I methodically fold each piece of laundry–bending, creasing, aligning edges–and wish life would align as closely to my hopes. If only the loose ends left from the hard, dirty places of living could be trimmed as easily as the loose ends left at the...
