I guess as kids, digging holes is fun. But it’s not always so fun as adults. I’m not talking about literal holes in the ground in the backyard. I’m talking about the holes in our lives.
One thing I have noticed in the last few years as I inch ever closer to the age of 50 is diminished eyesight. I used to function very well without glasses, only needing them for distance tasks such as driving. Not so any more...
I’ve had two people I love admit suicide has crossed their minds. TWO.
What would I say to Kobe’s wife and children if I had the opportunity? My heart breaks with you...
Here we sit on the first day of 2020. The old has gone, and we have nothing but the promise of something new ahead.
I know the God who is hope embodied in a tiny baby lying in a manger. I pray this beautiful Christmas day you will grasp that hope as well.
I settled into my seat on the last leg of my flight home after a simultaneously encouraging and exhausting weekend with other writers. I wrapped up in my blanket from my new friend, Denise, anticipating my arrival home and longing for the love and presence of my precious family. As I looked out the window… Continue reading A New Perspective