Grade school, riding in our family’s van across the deserts of midland America. Empty space as far as the eye could see. Open skies begging for something real… Something tangible to see. Glimpses, pockets of water, trick my eye. Mirage’s washing along the sun-beaten road, or in spaces along the horizon. Yet, deep under every desert […]
The Truth About Unraveling Your Life
I sit in the windowed nook. Humbled in this rare, quiet kitchen. Staring into open spaces… Calendar for the day filled with a coffee dates, racing two cities away, helping a friend, visiting with a family we are building relationship with. And yet, I ex-hail naturally. Her picture still taped to our refrigerator. Open spaces unravel […]
The Gift That Changes Everything. UNITE Linky
I simply snuck out to go to the restroom, mid-service, when others were hand-shaking and introducing… I needed a reprieve from the full day we had planned. Little did I realize that often that’s when heaven wants to encounter us… When your silent, distance, far from anticipating it. When you’ve given nothing to get it. And […]
Sunrises of Joy Amid the Empty Spaces
Empty places don’t always need filling. I coast around the cliff, down our hill, across the tracks to the open field, socked with morning dew… White clouds hover over the earth, blinding creation, making it impossible to see, just a few feet in front of me… This morning of empty places, wet spaces, open earth, almost […]
Let’s Not Let Religion Drive Us Apart. UNITE Linky
I came for the coffee bean. You know, the one they put on the top of your coffee drink when you leave the corner stand. This place was my favorite, but eventually I am not going to lie…I became irritated by one of their young, blonde, baristas. Maybe it was because she rolled her eyes and […]
People Didn’t Die For Your Freedom, So You Could Throw Away Your Ballot
Shootings. Civil wars. Threats of terrorism. Honestly, I had wanted to stay silent this election season. I mean, we don’t need another article, more words, more fire to light an election, already inflamed. Do we? But first, please know, I came from a household where for forty-five years, both my parents voted silently. Though I asked, they […]