Faith, Family, Life

Surrender to Love

Originally written August 17, 2018 You know that great Hollywood divorce story? The one where former spouses remain good friends who greet each other with an affectionate smooch over a gourmet espresso? Mine is not that kind of story. It was ugly—brutal to be honest. When it comes down to it, all divorces are. To… Continue reading Surrender to Love

Faith, Family, Life, Ministry

Wanted: 1 Homing Pigeon

I’m a homemaker, a.k.a. I don’t earn a paycheck. My last culturally defensible tenet for being home full-time walked down the aisle last September. That milestone added to an underlying angst that started with our final home-school graduation four years ago — that ‘I-should-do-something-with-my-life’ feeling. Lately I’ve been struggling beyond belief to make a decision… Continue reading Wanted: 1 Homing Pigeon

Faith, Ministry

Why Religion Rules

If you have attended more than a few church services there is a good chance you’ve heard the story of The Woman at the Well. Having heard or read it dozens of times, you can probably understand my milk-toast response when my pastor announced this morning “Open your bibles to John 4:1-26”. I had just… Continue reading Why Religion Rules

Faith, Life, Nature

Birds Are Meant to Fly

"The caged bird sings with a fearful trill, of things unknown, but longed for still, and his tune is heard on the distant hill, for the caged bird sings of freedom." — Maya Angelou The manifestation of my mild obsession with bird-things over the years has included a passion for birdhouses and birdcages. By 'bird-cages' … Continue reading Birds Are Meant to Fly

Faith, Ministry, Nature

Fish Where You’re Camped

My adorable grandson -- frying up a fresh catch!Quail feathers, chicken down, wild-turkey tails and even cat hair —these and more have been the object of my husband’s desire of late and has made our daily life a bit more colorful. It all started with a Christmas present from our new son-in-law. A rectangular wooden… Continue reading Fish Where You’re Camped