can’t help but think of good old ‘cousin it’ from the adams family when i ponder the following famous hymn, my very favorite- It Is Well With My Soul: When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, It is well,...

i am learning that fear attempts to hunt you down and find you. if it’s not self perpetuated, it will creatively find a name, a face, an organization, a situation- and it will begin to stalk us, it’s prey. HOWEVER…I also know that God will not take his eyes off of me-that there is hope...

a stirring. a rumbling. there is movement swirling around me- i can feel it. this upcoming trip to Bethel feels like a pilgrimage to my soul, part of a much bigger calling than i have yet to grab hold of. no wonder all hell threatens to break loose right before this type of inspiration, this...

people have always commented throughout my life about the way i love others, with a full heart and an openness that few possess. they tell me it’s one of my greatest gifts for this world. while i appreciate this and strive for more love and healing upon the world and the lives around me, i...

oh beloved soul the desert was hard on you figuratively and literally, emotionally and spiritually. what could be seen reported discouragement like the barren and parched land of your travels, but what you had not yet seen were the diamonds in the desert… (my journal entry this morning) we went away this past week, to...

i began hand stitching another garment this past week, a project that is most dear to my heart that a close friend introduced me to a couple of year ago. we work on crafting our pieces both together and apart from each other when we return to our respective homes. these labors of love continue...

picked up a worn and dogeared copy of Henri Nouwen’s The Way Of The Heart at the used bookstore, which is the perfect little companion for preparing my mind for a solitude retreat i’ve decided to embark on this coming week. Nouwen recounts the story told about Abba Arsenius, a well educated Roman centuries ago,...

it’s nothing short of amazing how much changes in a year. i happened upon an writing entry in my journal from a year ago dated february 9, 2016. what astonishes me is that we are in such a breathable space this time for the first time in our whole marriage, which is going on twelve...

someone wanted to buy my dream today. i’ve spent the past two years with content (that I know without a doubt that was downloaded divinely to me) just rolling around mostly in my brain. to be fair, i do have a few chapters that have made it down in written form, so it has been...

charlotte was anything but beautiful. at least in the according to typical western american standards. with closely shaved ethnic hair, drool running from her mouth and eyes rolled back into her head while bobbing around in her wheelchair, Victor, also mentally challenged and wheelchair bound, kept complimenting her on how beautiful she was. his slow...

grace and mercy. grace and mercy. what a theme this has been for me the past year and a half. as this 2016 year comes to an ending, i cannot help but fall down upon my knees in reverent gratitude for the wonders and miracle workings i have seen time and time again in the...