A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
The wicked strut about on every side
When vileness is exalted among the sons of men. Psalm 12:8 NASB
When I read that verse this morning, the first thought I had was of conflicts we are hearing about around the world. Obama, Kerry, Putin, Syria……
The line of pain runs down from my lower back, through my left hip and radiates through my leg: here, there, tight, loose, numb, excruciating and stiff.
It’s been a long couple of weeks. Sleepless nights, comfortless rest, painful living-it-out re…
I see so many quotes, articles, messages, letters, all sorts of wordy ways to say how important someone is to someone else.
I understand it’s important to communicate these things. I understand how heartfelt and sincere everyone is.
I can’t jo…
I remember someone saying to me that there are some musicians and singers who have trained themselves in circular breathing. Inhaling while they are still pushing out notes. It’s not easy, and it’s not natural.
I was never able to do it. I really…
Sitting in my usual spot on the back porch I’m amazed as my stillness allows the presence of tiny winged creatures to buzz nearer to me than I am accustomed. These colorful fellows and subdued dames with long beaks and fragile frames dart in and out of…
Summer break is officially over. Friday was the first day for of school for our boys. It was a big day, a big weekend and a big joy.
My fun loving, social boy, Aron, has been ready for school for months and months. He’s been chomping at the bit to…
I know it’s Friday, but I want to talk about Tuesday for a minute.
The boys and I had such a refreshing dinner Tuesday evening. Two of the little guys had field day at school and that means Aron and I had field day too. Aron joined right in the com…
I learned to multiply one spring when I was four years old, sitting on top of an olive green Speed Queen Washing Machine.
I saw an entry in my mom’s journal from 1978, about my aunt feeling down and I knew right away it must have been written soon after my uncle passed away. I backed up, scanning the pages for some reference to an emergency, a phone call, a funeral but I…
“I didn’t get anything done.” The words hang around me constantly. Nagging “guilt flies” that swarm about my face in irritating flashes of my cluttered scenery.
The dryer door open, clothes half unloaded.
The living room half dusted, fluff a…