A Carolina chickadee just lunched at the feeder outside my window. No doubt preoccupied with important chickadee affairs, he tarried only long enough to elicit admiration for his jaunty black cap and debonair, grey dinner jacket. Then, with a twinkling ebony eye, he cocked his head as if to tip his hat and flitted off, […]
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I listened, and as I listened, I prayed. His pain touched places in my heart few ever reach. Even now unhurried tears flow silently down my cheeks. Tears for a brokenness I know must be lived through one breath at a time. And yet, all is well. All is infinitely well. The sun passes over
This year marks a critical shift in the universe. Okay. Maybe not the universe. Maybe just the solar system. But the significance of these events should not be overlooked or minimized. Irreversible changes are about to take place, and nothing will ever be the same again. By the end of April a line will have
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We celebrated Thanksgiving in Dallas with twenty-two relatives. Good food. Good conversation. Good laughs. It was all good. After dinner my sister gathered everyone together and played a CD of her son’s band performing a song he wrote about Jacob–a song that snagged the attention of a record label rep when he heard it and
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I’ve decided that playing Hymne by Vangelis on the piano is a lot like having a conversation with God. From the opening measure, the song falls into a comfortable rhythm — a familiar cadence that feels like home. The single-note melody line is simple and quiet at first, but it soon builds in intensity. Chords
The upper school students spent the whole day at a ropes course. Most of the activities were designed to encourage teamwork in overcoming obstacles. But toward the end of the afternoon, the course director offered the kids a chance at an individual challenge. At least several stories above the ground, a single board extended from
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Speaking of Neverland, I’m heading to Tyler tomorrow for a girls’ weekend. What does a girls’ weekend have to do with Neverland? Good question. It’s really a political matter. (Okay, it isn’t, but this is as close as I’ll get to discussing politics in this journal.) As Peter explained to Wendy, the children who fall
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This morning Pam and I were driving to Longview in her black VW bug for a writers’ critique meeting. We hit a wet patch on the highway going about 65 mph. The car hydroplaned, drifting toward the center lane. Then it started spinning. I held on and watched traffic on both sides of the highway
I spent April 2-6 at Mt. Hermon Christian Writer’s Conference. Part of me wants to share with all of you what happened there, but part of me is hesitant. Sometimes when other people receive particularly delightful blessings, I want so badly to rejoice with them — to share their happiness without a trace of jealousy
The winds have shifted, and the sails are full. But I’m not the captain of this ship. Read More »
My undergraduate degree is a mouthful: double-major in sociology and social work, minor in English, secondary certification in English and sociology. Though my degree plan left little room for performing arts, music had always been and remained a big part of my life during college. My freshman year I auditioned for and was accepted into
Voice lessons with the viper. Read More »