It was ironic, really, the place where it came. In the fall of the year, we’d made our annual trek. It was what we did. It was how we prepared

A crisp, wintry breeze is blowing. Birdsong twinkles sheer joy in the air, and Papa, He’s walking ‘longside. “Thank You,” I say, “for this breeze. For these blessings. Thank You

I’m running along our country road. The fields on either hand lie fallow, slumbering and still, tucked in ‘neath a blanket of white. Birdsong trills unseen, joy-notes like crystals sprinkling

Outside, a winter storm’s moved in. Rain sounds, tink-tink-tink like frozen bullets against the window. The wind, it howls, whips ’round corners, tossing branches, and inside… In my quiet house,

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger This is not an easy post for me to write. There are a number of reasons for this. Suffice it to say, it’s enough for me to tell you

Standing at the kitchen sink, I look up. The Painter, I see, has slipped by in the night, touching the trees on The Three with a colorful brush. The leaves,

The morning sun that shone on you today as you ran was Me. The clouds that had hovered for days, blocking the light, parted for just a bit at Father’s

You came to my mind just today. I was driving along in the predawn dark. The earliest sun was just caressing the edge of the world, fingers reaching, and I

It comes in the early-morning dark. An email slips into an inbox. It is the next step, another link in an unlikely chain of events, taking an unlikely girl to an

It was a series he’d begun on the last words of Christ. At the start of the lesson, he’d dropped just one line, then rushed headlong into the outline. It