Giving Thanks

Thanksgiving (not the holiday) restores my perspective, makes me aware of hope, centers me. The last ten days has included the white-knuckle exhilaration of the switchbacks of the Beartooth Highway, the breathless awe of the view over the windy, wildflower-laden tundra above the tree line, the sad finality of the Read more…

Checking in with Papa

Jesus says He never did anything without His Father. “I only speak what I hear the Father saying.” “I only do what I see the Father doing.” “I can do nothing apart from my Father.” If any other human said that, psychology would say he’s got co-dependence issues and needs Read more…

Looking for peace

Sitting on the back porch, enjoying the unseasonably cool weather . . . trying to find peace. There are more things on my “to do” list than I can possibly get done! Guests coming to sleep in a guest room with no flooring and missing woodwork . . . a Read more…

Easter Hunt

My dining room table is still clothed in its Easter finery and centered with a clear glass bucket full of bright plastic eggs loaded with fruit-flavored jelly beans or Dove caramel-filled dark chocolates. As I collect the strays that escaped the basket-bearing hunters, I find myself wondering whether I have Read more…

Where are my eyes?

So…what if the way I have approached repentance is upside down? What if being transformed into the likeness of Jesus is not about me listing all my sins, grieving deeply enough over them, coming up with a strategy to distance myself from them and all the situations that provide temptation? Read more…