This post is for family. And by ‘family,’ I mean those who have put their faith in God and, as such, have become one of his kids by the miracle

Tangle, huh?  While I regularly “untangle” there in that place with the aroma of fresh-ground beans, the lights in greenery twining, and Christmas music tinkling in the air, I knew

As I often do when driving alone, I was speaking aloud my heart, my concerns, picturing Jesus Himself in the seat to the right.  Thinking, thinking, praying… Here and there

Heading, now, toward the coffee shop in the predawn darkness, ready to start a new day and a new column, I heard the whisper. “What is it that you want?”

My thorn in the flesh remains just that – a sharp, relentless thorn.  We’ve prayed for months, and still it sticks; stinging, burning like fire (some days more than others) as we

What a difficult few weeks it had been.  Life had thrown some curve balls, leaving us scrambling to catch up, get ahead, work it through.  I’d fallen silent, needing time

Just home from an end-of-the-year meeting at school, I get Little his breakfast, grind up the beans, and measure fresh coffee into the filter.  Cream (the real kind) swirls like ribbons

It was on her face, that brave little mother bent over the keyboard just earlier today.  Beauty, I saw there, and peace resting on her visage. Son number two and