A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
It seems I have been out for a while. I wonder sometimes if I’ll ever get back here and put these pages back on and if the words will still fit. I assume they will, but I need to find my hat. Not a literal hat, more of a literary one. My writing hat…
I did a monologue in church last month on Modesty. I didn’t realize until this past weekend that you can still watch it online.
If you are interested, you can click here to go to the site and watch it.
Scroll down to Saturday, August 11th and…
At first glance it looks like any other puzzle. The 100 pieces of Marvel Comic heroes and villains all posed and glaring from the mass produced collage. Yet, something was off. Or was it that nothing was off. There was an uncommon uniformity to it a…
Tears come in the wake of grace.
I heard the words so softly at first. They didn’t penetrate, because I didn’t know I was was in need. I was simply answering a call.
“Can you come? We’d love to hear you again.”
When asked what the theme fo…
I sat in church Sunday morning in Michigan, watching a video of work being done in Haiti, work I wasn’t there to do, work I seemingly had little to do with. As I heard the songs I remembered my brother calling me and asking for some suggestions for mus…
Im out of town…when i get back I’m going to tell you about a bowl of bean and bacon soup that literally changed my life.
Psalm 34:1-4 “I will bless the Lord at all times: his praise shall continually be in my mouth. (2) My soul shall make her boast in the Lord: the humble shall hear thereof, and be glad. (3) O Magnify the Lord with me, and let us exalt his name together.…
I mentioned last month that my “Do Not Disturb” sign had come down for a while. I won’t lie to you, it’s back up. It’s not a sign I regularly hang out for my kids, or my husband, it is a much needed boundary for all else though.
I, like many people…
*Last year I published this post on Ivan’s blog. I read it again this morning and felt it deserved an audience here as well. Ivan is continuing to mature and almost a year after writing this I see him so much more in control of his impulses. He is a…
I like her.
That girl in the picture is the me I’ve let myself be. Maybe she isn’t what I thought she’d be, and she certainly doesn’t look like I intended her to look, but I like her now that I’ve cleaned the mirror again.
“For now we are looking…