(One day early, and with sincere apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning) To count the ways I love thee Will take a little time (Especially since I’ve set my sights On counting them in rhyme) It started many years ago With feelings set to song– Our hearts were young and innocent, Our hair was rather long. […]
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I’m home again. Arrived yesterday after almost a week at Mount Hermon Christian Writers Conference in California. More about that in a minute. I didn’t sleep much while I was away, so I’m playing catch up. Last night around 11:00 PM I tossed the decorative pillows off my bed ready to dive into dreamland, but
“I wanted to teach you everything the earth is full of, Helen. Everything on it is ours for a wink, and it’s gone. And what we are on it–the light we bring to it in words . . . We can see 5000 years back in the light of words. Everything we feel, think, know,
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This morning I read Mark Bertrand’s thought-provoking post at The Master’s Artist, and ever since my mind has been dancing around the importance of both logic and beauty to understanding Truth. I believe in education–in studying philosophy, history, and theology to build a foundation for faith. But God is more than a slab of concrete.
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Hey, all you handy dandy word herders! Anyone up for a poetry challenge? If so, click here.
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Today George and Jacob are in Dallas attending a Friends of Hope Day Camp for brain injury survivors. They’ll be home this evening, and I’m excited to hear a full report. I accompanied Jacob to the last camp and wrote about the experience. If you missed that post, here’s a link. I pity you if
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If you’re local (and by local, I mean you live somewhere on or within a several day’s journey of one of the seven major continents), I want to invite you to come see the musical She Loves Me at East Texas Baptist University this Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and/or Sunday. I’m serious. Call and reserve your
My good friend, Mary, received a fantabulous review in Publisher’s Weekly Religion Bookline on her upcoming, debut novel, Watching the Tree Limbs. I e-mailed my congratulations, and she responded in her typical turn-the-attention-back-to-you fashion, “Can’t wait to read your swimming reviews!!!” After receiving my reply to that comment, she insisted I post it on my
79,763 words, 316 pages later, I finished my novel. Let us all pause for a moment of celebration. And now, let the rewriting begin.
Wow. So I had to slog through all sorts of cyber debris just to find this journal again. But here I am. And boy-oh-boy, aren’t YOU glad! Hello? Um, anyone still out there? Hmmm. Well, just in case someone happens by, here’s an update. We’ll start with a news flash: The holidays are over! This