The Things I Miss

The Things I Miss

The house was very simple. It didn’t come with any appliances, and we really didn’t have the money to buy new appliances. It also didn’t have air conditioning, but the landlord let us use an old window unit. We had a 13 inch black and white television (with rabbit ears) that we didn’t use. The water heater was small, so Sue and I showered together to have enough warm water. We, just the two of us, loved that rented house on the side of the mountain.

Life After COVID-19

Life After COVID-19

The ripples of COVID-19 will continue long after the quarantine has ended. Some of those ripples may surprise us with a silver lining. Those who have been dedicated to getting more and more, may, after weeks and months of social isolation, realize that less can be more satisfying, as we find freedom from our self-imposed shackles!

Life's Detours

Life's Detours

I don’t like detours! I am a thinker, a planner, and a true Type A personality. Detours annoy me! If I am running errands, I know the route I will take. The errands will be in order for the sake of time and efficiency. If I am taking a trip, I will use a GPS that ensures the best route.

The Power of "IF"

The Power of "IF"

IF often gets a bad wrap, as in weak and indecisive; but there is a powerful flip side that is hopeful, adventurous, and even optimistic. IF can be the spark that ignites ideas, dreams, and the impossible. IF can also be a retardant that douses hopes, imprisoning the mind.

Hold Me

Hold Me

I have a surprisingly rare and vivid memory of my Dad holding me in his arms at a funeral visitation. I also remember him regularly rubbing my back to get me to sleep. He would stop, thinking I was asleep, but then I would utter a one-word request. “More!”

When God is Silent

When God is Silent

True confession: I never remember the outlines of sermons I hear! Worse yet, I probably couldn’t tell you much about the sermon if you asked me the next day, especially if it had several points. However, more times than not, a single comment will park in my overly crowded little brain. This blog is about one of those comments from a couple of months ago.

I Noticed His Keys

I Noticed His Keys

I had stopped at a Chic-fil-A. I chose a high top table by the window. In front of me was a younger man with what looked to be a journal lying beside him. I have journaled for the last year and a half and thought about asking him if he journaled, but I didn’t. That may have been too personal, like asking about someone’s age or weight.