Why is it that when it is time to be silent, I would rather speak; and when it is time to speak, I would rather be silent? I fear it is...

Sometimes I think all I need are words; but what I need first is silence. When I was a young mom, I dreaded the morning rush to get...

When something is broken, hopelessly severed, damaged beyond use; what does it take to mend it? I can remember my mother coming to the...

Grief surged through every cell, muscle, and sinew. It rushed like a flood to find quick release. Finally, it erupted as each hand...

Life scatters and gathers us. We lose. We search. We find. We take up. We let go. And then the rhythm starts again with each flaming...

How do we know what to keep? Our lives are over-stuffed and crowded even more than our houses. It is too easy to keep what we do not need...

Have you seen the pictures? Harvey and Irma have blown through the southeast with unrestrained fury and destruction. People return to...

I couldn’t find my passport. I had it to fill out some travel papers within two days. How could it just disappear? I began my methodical...

I would rather hug a fear away than watch another person struggle. Wouldn’t you? But sometimes the painful work of love is to refrain...

I am a hugger. I know how important it is to hug at funerals and crisis. I have always looked for those who live without enough hugs...

I am a gatherer from way back. I love the gathering process. I get ready for a day in the kitchen by gathering supplies and cooking...

Have you ever watched a construction worker jackhammer a sidewalk? The pulsing sound of metal drilling through stone is so deafening it...

Lisa loved to dance. That's why we bought her this sign. Perhaps dancing was her way of freeing stiff joints that refused to move with...

We have survived the first year following Lisa’s death. It has been a year of adjusting our lives to a rhythm that does not include...

Laughter is good medicine as Proverbs 17:22 reminds. “A cheerful heart is good medicine.” The American Heart Association recommends it....

Today it’s been one year without Lisa. One year without her multiple phone calls, her pesky persistence, her unexpected wit, her...

I have a tear bottle. It is fragile, small, long-necked, and vulnerable. My friend, John Haines, of many missionary travels, gave it to...

You can always find someone building something. It is entrepreneurial, visionary, forward-moving work. I walked through new-builds in...

Today is moving day. Everything is in a box except Mark and me! By the end of this week, I will be homeless. But not for long. After...

I’m a weeder. I love to attack a stretch of garden, preferably following a good rain, and weed it clear of unwanted growth. I weed on...