In morning’s light, I gaze across our land. Leaves dance and twirl through the air, branches ruffled by unseen fingers. An errant one kisses my forehead in my spot on

She came to my mind again today as she often does in the midst of my Saturday chores. Wipin’ out the microwave that her daddy, a very Handy Man, had

It was, on the surface of it, mere coincidence (co-incidents). A happenstance. An odd, unplanned meeting in a coffee shop. A conversation flash-sparked by a purse (and that, bright orange).

It came during a good and productive discussion at church. We were sittin’ in the middle of a sizable Sunday School class where the topic was “fighting for our families,” a

Dear parents of daughters, Of all things, it happened again at church. There we were, talking about parenting in this tough and mixed-up world, and there it came. I used

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger I’ve told you this story before, but as the country waits to see what Irma will do and Texas still reels from Harvey’s wallop, my thoughts are traveling back. It

It happened a year ago ’bout now. I was standin’ in that beloved spot just there on the corner of Main and Six when she said it. “She” is the

“Your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, ‘This is the way, walk ye in it,’ when you turn to the right or the left (Isa. 30:21).” Today, I

It was two faces, two names that slipped into my mind. And then slipped into my prayers. In morning’s golden light on a quiet, country road, I followed His lead

On a bright August day, I sat across from her. In the birthplace of creativity where the nectar of the ‘little-g’ gods flows hot, we were chattin’. The delight that I