Finding Sacred Ground

Finding Sacred Ground

Tooltip Text Honestly? I can’t say why I questioned our gatherings, but I did. I questioned whether or not I could share my story among them. I asked myself if my faith would stand up to theirs. Trying hard to dismiss the apprehension, I couldn’t shake that pang of...
Finding a New Rhythm

Finding a New Rhythm

My morning began early with the sounds of a little boy’s whimper flowing from the master bathroom. His head was congested again. An unwelcome sign that brings in the seasons of spring and autumn through the detection of his sinus cavity. Though it’s become...
A Wisp of Fog

A Wisp of Fog

As I sat in my favorite chair this morning trying to make sense of the text I was reading, in enters my only son. Energetic and ready to take on the world in nothing but a pair of Hulk briefs, he asks me the one question that’s consumed his mind since bedtime....
Comparison is the Thief of Joy

Comparison is the Thief of Joy

I have this empty frame that hangs in my kitchen. It has no back or glass pane, just a shell with a wire that stretches from one side to the other. A tiny clothes pin clings to the wire in the middle. Here I hang a variety of cards penned by a sweet woman with...