Well, that was an interesting week.  While the rest of you were going about your daily lives, trotting to work, riding shotgun on the kids and paying your bills, this

I’d texted in a panic. That quick, she’d called, hearing me out and walking me through. Then she said it, the nugget-truth that turned on the light:  “He always intercedes

Oh, goodness. If that wasn’t just the lesson He’d been teaching, my Sovereign Instructor, for months, years. Doors yet closed. Praising, sacrificial. Wait time, long, and what to do out

The scales of justice are out of whack. Wildly so, if you ask me. Why is it that when the demands of life are at their peak, your energy’s gone?

Rainbows. Houses. Families. Animals. Grass, in green. Trees, trunks brown. And yellow, yellow suns shining awkward in the corner of the sky. Who could tell, looking at new crayons marching

And it came to pass in those days that there went out a decree (okay, an invitation) from Mrs. Schrock that all the world—wait. That certain members of the Tribe

I’m shocked. Crimes and misdemeanors from this small fellow who’s usually happy, kind, conscientious? A bundle of sunbeams packaged up in blue jeans? A cheerful little cricket? Who chirps far

It’s writing day. Tucking my BOP (Bright Orange Purse) and my EBB (Eddie Bauer Backpack) in just behind me, I drive up Main past Christmas lights shining cheer from Victorian

“The patient is an FBI agent investigating terrorism.” That’s what the doctor said as I sped along, typing a referral letter. Wait. FBI agent? Investigating terrorism? Well, rats. Here I

The lights, they shine bright in the morning darkness. Oh, it’s Christmastime. The greenery strung high, trees lit brilliant, all whisper hope. This season…it’s hope. Music plays; spirit of Christmas