There is something about hope that is like the wind in our sails.

I was supposedly having a time of worship. It was more like a pity party with only me and God in attendance.

One very crabby morning

I have this idea that if I hold my breath in tense moments then I can hold my moment together. And I do. That’s the problem.

Had I become St. Francis of Assisi?

I overheard a silent conversation between the grass and the wind.

I am caught up in the wonderment of God in the empty places.

I wish they trusted that I knew what I was talking about and only wanted to help.

My early morning prayer on September 13, 2016

An Autumn walk on the Lewis and Clark trail

On becoming a hope-full romantic

Things might get interesting in the days ahead. Please keep this in mind.

Dying of Aids

He had been writing with invisible ink the whole time.

New mercies are waiting for you today!

The king is not afraid to touch your dirt, your sin, and your despair.

When I boil down all my non-stop pondering regarding Lessons Learned from 2020, it gets reduced to one word.

My Heart 🤍 My Home

The greatest threat to our race is not from outside influences. It is from the worst kind of all. Self Sabotage