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I have said many times that the garden is my therapy. It's my place of peace. Where the stresses of the world are set aside and, for the moment, replaced with the nurturing of God's creation. It feeds me physically, mentally, emotionally, and most of all, spiritually. My wife and I were married ten years before…

Each of us has a tool in our possession that could play a major role in calming anxiety, easing stress and healing wounds. In others as well as ourselves. Some seem to have a greater supply than others, but I believe it's available to us all. At any time. Whether we choose to use it…

20/20 in 2020. That's my wish. The desire and ability to see clearly, that I might live more wisely. To begin this decade with a clearer vision of who I am. Honestly. To see myself in reality rather than the photoshopped version. Hidden imperfections. Imperfections are reality. My true self. Flawed. I want to see…

We, as humans, were created equal. We were made to live side by side. Never one above the other. Coexisting on this journey called life. I live by faith which believes that Jesus died for every human. Freeing them equally. Never considering one of more value than the other. It is the scarlet thread that…

A plan is just that. A plan. But for me, a necessary place to start. It keeps me from rambling. Wandering. Heading out aimlessly. Maybe it would best be called "direction". Direction sounds less rigid. Room for change or adaptation. Shifting with inspiration. Often my plans lead to productivity. Accomplishments. That's a good thing. But…

We spend a lifetime learning. From books. From experience. From mistakes. From the wisdom of those steps, or miles, ahead of us. It's a journey. A winding path. And I picture each of us having a ledger where we log entries under the column, "things I have learned". Mine would be leather bound, oversized, with…

I tend to be contemplative. Particularly as I end a year. Christmas has been put away. It is a memory now. For some it is to be tucked away, treasured on difficult days. A time when all seemed right. Even for a moment. Brief as it may be. For others it is to be packed…

I continue to wrestle with an ongoing question to which I have no perfectly written answer. But I must keep asking. And searching. And praying for a heart that reaches far outside itself. Outside the bubble where I keep it protected from the realities that are so uncomfortable and disconcerting. How do I live my…

As I start the day, I think about what others saw in me the day before. And I wonder... Was there kindness that was a balm for their weary soul? Did I encourage in a way that helped them truly believe it was possible to put one foot in front of the other? Take the…

Dad. I dreamed that one day tiny tots would pull on my pant leg, waiting to be picked up, calling me by that name. And they did. Two beautiful girls. Prettier than any I'd ever seen. And they still are. There have been many dolls. Many beaches. Many bowls of popcorn. Much dancing in the…