-
Backsliding
You know… in my limited experience, Christians get a lot of flak from “non-believers” for their faith in God. Catholics, most especially, for their firm and unquestioned belief that the Holy Eucharist is the Lord Himself, His actual flesh transformed from a simple wafer on the altar. And yet, those who self-identify as decidedly not…
-
Love is….
Lying in a hospital bed; I had sensors all over my abdomen and on my arms. Monitoring me and my child within me; my body had stopped providing him with nourishment and he was already a week past his due date. The Dr’s were going to induce. While, at the time, I wasn’t a Christian…
-
There is no storm bigger than His love for you.
It’s a beautiful, bluebird day. I find myself barefoot, walking slowly up a steep incline on a sandstone butte. The ground is smooth and warm beneath my feet; I’m not on any known path, but yet my feet find their way steadily up an easy flowing route along the hills and swells of the stone.…
-
The power of food and love for each other…
I LOVE to bake … for others. Nothing makes me happier than a good excuse to make a pie or a cake or custard or meal that fills other people up and invites them to come to my table and have a great conversation. I’m not a natural conversationalist; but if you’re in my home,…
-
On Visions, Nightmares and my own meandering experience…
INTRODUCTION I’ve handwritten this blog post before typing it up. If, by now, you feel you’re coming to know ‘me,’ then you can appreciate the challenge I’ve put before myself by forcing my cramped penmanship to page before, eventually, typing and reviewing this. I’ve reflected on the need to write this for more than a…
-
A bond that keeps us connected…
I’m having one of those “low-focus” days. Oodles of work to keep me at a full sprint for weeks, and my mind is lost in daydreams and wanderings. Sometimes, I find, I do my best work when I let my brain wander and peruse different thought passageways for awhile. I’m able to come back and…
-
What is in a name?
I had 3 different names before I was 7 years old. My given name always remained the same, but my last name was on rotation to keep me safe and unrelated to the man who sired me. When I reached the stage of adulthood where people wanted to call me Miss or Ma’am or Mrs,…
-
Transitions are hard…
It’s Tuesday, the first day back to work and school following Easter, and while my cup is overflowing with work and responsibilities, my mind remains focused on the looks on my children’s faces this morning. Both turned downward, inward, eyes at a distance. It was a morning where screens were far more welcomed than hugs;…








