Treasures in His Bottle

Sitting in Nashville International Airport, the strains of an acoustic guitarist crooning the sweet melodies of my college days mix with the urgent advice of diligent gate agents and the innumerable half-conversations around me, I am overwhelmed by the abundance of God’s mercy toward me. The last few days have Read more…

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…

Who has the final word?

Dear Friend, You have value. Inestimable worth, actually. It is not your talents, gifts, strength or beauty that give you value. It is not your skills, courtesy, diplomacy or eloquence. It is not your real estate, bank account, job title or stock portfolio. It is not even your creativity, self-sacrifice Read more…

Quiet Space in Summer

Major Pruning

The roof of wooden lattice suspended on three long pieces of metal pipe supported by aging wooden trellis on one end and a rusting archway on the other finally gave up the ghost! I planted the Thompson seedless grape vines the first spring we lived in this house (over fifteen Read more…