Tag: Faith

  • Into the Woods and Out with God

    Into the Woods and Out with God

    A month or so ago my brother in Christ from the Kingdom of Fife 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿—Alan Kearns, at Devotional Treasure, shared a comment: God knows the way into the woods, and He knows the way out. Alan Kearns My thoughts went straight to stories I’ve read about folk disappearing on day hikes in the Rocky Mountain…

  • The Sittin’ Spot

    The Sittin’ Spot

    The silver-haired woman who lived across the street from us when I was a kid was a mystery to me. Most summer mornings, she sat alone at her front yard picnic table, under the shade of a large pecan tree, doing what appeared to be absolutely nothing. Curious, I asked my mom why the grandmother-lady…

  • Waiting for the Light to Change

    Waiting for the Light to Change

    One day last week, my wife and I were waiting to turn left, against a steady stream of cross traffic. Rarely a patient driver, I shook my head, “This is ridiculous!” My more forbearing bride said, “The traffic light will change.” Taking a deep breath, while nodding my head, I heard a gentle voice within—unmistakably…

  • A Little Way Through Small Days

    A Little Way Through Small Days

    Fellow blogger, Deb Farris, had me nodding my head recently with her post, The Little Way Through: One Writer’s Morning. She’d gone out to the front porch swing, accompanied by her loyal Goldendoodle, to reflect and write. But her anticipated time of deep work was repeatedly interrupted by lawn mowers and leaf blowers and workers…

  • Three Rocks. One Story.

    Three Rocks. One Story.

    The first rock made its way to my bookshelf in 2011. Anthony, one of my students, found it while walking to school and brought it to me. It’s an ordinary looking grey stone, worn smooth from years of weather, about the size of those chocolate eggs you see at Easter. But it meant something special to…

  • Waiting for Ice Cream

    Waiting for Ice Cream

    My fondest childhood Fourth of July memories involve spending the holiday making homemade ice cream at my grandparent’s farm. Starting mid-morning, my aunts, uncles, and cousins arrived, with the crunch of tires on the gravel driveway, and every family brought an ice cream freezer. For those who are not familiar, making homemade ice cream means…