My old phone was giving me trouble. I have three kids in their 20s and we don’t talk on the phone as much as we text via phone. And the buttons on my old phone were only working intermittently, which made for some unique messages since I didn’t always get the letters I was trying for. Read more »

I have learned a lot about God over the years.  And I trust what I have learned.  I trust that God is good.  I trust that he loves me.  I trust that he is wise.  These are things I know about God and his character.  I share these truths with people when they are hurting, or confused, or questioning.  A lot of people I love are hurting right now.   Read more »

I am trapped in an inner office at work.   I am very cold.  I have the air conditioning set at a low temp so the guys installing the new carpet in the main office remain comfortable.

I am sitting amongst my desk things, but there is not a lot of order, and I have completed everything I can do for the moment. So here I sit. Read more »

I always seem to have a song running through my mind.  Right now it is Johnny Nash’s “I can see clearly now.”

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)
Sun-Shiny day.

While these are the lyrics in my brain, they are not the truth I am experiencing, either physically or metaphorically.

No, I  used  to see clearly.  I used to have 20/15 vision.  Which I thought was quite good.  Better, you know, than the standard 20/20 we all hear about.  Hindsight is 20/20.  And that news show is 20/20.  Yep, 20/20, clear vision.  Read more »

Death.  Taxes.

According to the old saying, these are the two things you can be certain of… Read more »

NPR.  National Public Radio.  I’m hooked.  Especially to BBC World News.  I listen almost every morning.  But lately I have been seeing red during the broadcasts.  Actually, I am seeing red over some apparent blindness, and I will now rant about it….

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I have three children, and as anyone who has more than one child knows, they are as different as night and day and ….outer space!

My firstborn talks.  A lot.   With enthusiasm.

My middle born is quiet.  Watchful.  Observant.

My last born is a spark plug, but finding words can be a challenge, this one would rather dance it out than speak.

And I love to talk to them all.  In their own way.   I enjoy sitting in silence waiting for my middle child to share.  I am energized by the work it takes sometimes to verbally reach understanding with my last born.  And I cherish the rushing river of words from my firstborn. Read more »

Top o’ the morning to you!

Yes, it’s St. Patrick’s Day, a day of all things green and Irish.  A day when everyone wants to be Irish.

Did you know St. Patrick wasn’t?

Tis true.  He was from Scotland and his parents were Romans.  Irish raiders captured him as a teenager and took him to Ireland where he was sold as a slave.  He tended sheep as a slave for about 6 years before escaping and making his was back to Scotland and his family.

Then he studied in the church.  And after being ordained as a bishop he did a most unusual thing…

He returned to the land of his captivity to share the good news.

That’s right he spent the remainder of his life, 40 years, going throughout Ireland telling people about Jesus.  Sharing the gospel.

I can think of no better way to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day than to share his message with you.  Well, I’m sure it didn’t sound quite like this, after all his audience spoke an ancient Celtic language….

http://vimeo.com/20960385

Freshman year of college.  I’m sick.  Sick enough that I make an evening appointment at the health clinic.

While I’m waiting for my appointment time, I hang out in the main lobby of my dorm where a MaryKay demonstration is taking place.  MaryKay is all about skin care but they carry make up as well.  I’m not much about skin care and I rarely wear make up, but it’s kind of like dress up:  hard to resist playing. Read more »

So Thursday, after a hormonally charged, emotional, nine-hours-at-two-jobs day I came home to immediately turn around and walk back out with my daughter to head to coffee doubt.  Coffee. Doubt.  A safe place at a coffee shop where young and not so young adults meet and talk about this drama we call life.  To talk about the conflict.  God.  Doubts.  Over coffee.

When we got there the conversation had already started and it was amazing.  Four of us, talking through the very thing each of us needed to hear most. Read more »