I’m sitting in a Starbucks right now. Laptop open. Coffee hot. Listening for the words on my heart. But the words have gone. There are so many things I wish I could say. So many things that I think I HAVE to say. But the words have gone. The world is hurting. The world is
Good Morning. The sun glistening across the ocean waters, skipping over the tips of the waves as they’re pulled in from the horizon. The first morning rays stretch out - reaching across the ocean and grasping for the land beyond. Melodies emerge from the throats of birds, filling the air, calling to the world, “Rise!
I often avoid writing publicly when the storms are rolling in. I'm not talking about the overcast skies with a passing drizzle here and there. No, I'm talking about full blown thunderstorms, complete with hail and possibly a tornado or two to knock everything down. It's quite ironic that as I write this, as the
"Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest!" Palm Sunday. The crowds cry out to the one who saves. Their souls, their hearts, beckon to Him. This crowd, so full of hope, embraces this man of miracles with such love, such praise. It makes me wonder then, how can this same crowd - in just a few days time
This weekend we learned my daughter’s best friend’s brother passed away. For anyone who has had to deal with a loss of a child, whether a close relative, a friend, even a neighborhood acquaintance, or a child you’ve never even met, you know the impact shakes up a community and the aftershocks are endless. As a friend
Have you ever heard “The Parable of the Lost Son”? Most of us know it as the story of the ‘prodigal son.’ Spending some time in Christian schools in my early elementary years, I was familiar with the story, but I never really read it for myself from the bible until I was well into
We know the image. A cozy house with windows glowing in warmth. Inside, there is a joyous celebration filled with music, dance, and laughter. Everyone inside is engaged in lively discussions that meld a medley of subject matters. With drink in hand and an endless supply of food on the table, the song of the
Throughout most of my college career and for a few years after, I wandered the desert. Searching. Searching for something to fill the emptiness in my heart. Sure, it sounds a bit cliche, but as I mentioned in my previous post, "Is God for Me?", my soul had just taken a hard hit after losing