The Shelter of Brokenness

Recently I had the privilege of spending four days in the central Arizona mountains with fourteen teenagers. Time in the woods, someone else doing the cooking, dozens of opportunities for conversation and challenging my fears…what could be better? Searching for a quiet spot to connect with Papa-God before the kids Read more…

Holes

Temperatures in my neck of the woods have finally dropped low enough to think about sitting outside on the porch for breakfast or quiet time. The patio table has sported its pretty cover all summer long undisturbed, collecting fine dirt and dust, the accumulation of six months of lawn mowing, 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…