Tag: Peace

  • Lessons from Dead Flowers and a Squeaky Door

    Lessons from Dead Flowers and a Squeaky Door

    The PR person from a local bank contacted me, wanting to buy fifteen cases of single-serve potato chips for a community barbeque. “Yes, I can fill the order,” I said, as a proud route sales rep with Frito Lay, Inc. The next day the manager of the bank called, saying she found the product at…

  • Finding Contentment: A Lesson in Dual Meanings

    Finding Contentment: A Lesson in Dual Meanings

    There are numerous international students in my school district who speak English as a second language, and sometimes our homonyms can lead to misunderstandings. For instance, imagine a teenager who just came to the United States from Italy. She has a good grasp of conversational English but doesn’t realize some of our words are spelled…

  • Relationships: A Survivalist’s Guide

    Relationships: A Survivalist’s Guide

    I once heard a cautionary tale about a Christian missionary who sailed the ocean alone to reach the heathen. He ended up stranded (still alone) on a small island in the middle of the Pacific. A few years later, a passing fishing boat saw the smoke from his campfire and rescued him. His liberators were…

  • Traveling

    Traveling

    I ran into an old high school friend the other day. After catching up on what’s new in our lives, I asked about his parents, who are both in their early eighties. He told me his dad likes to say—with a wink—your mom and I are traveling a lot in our retirement: we travel to…

  • 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…

  • 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…