The garden. I believe there was great intentionality in choosing it as the location where man would make his entry into this world. The perfect place to start. He could have been placed anywhere. A mountaintop with views of creation at every turn. A beautiful home made of the finest materials. A mansion. Or even…
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…
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…
I love dirt. The sight. The smell. And especially the feel of it sifting through my fingers. I even love foods with an "earthy" taste. Ironically, putting my hands in the earth makes me feel close to heaven. Grounded. Maybe it's the fact that God chose to make Adam from "the dust of the ground".…
The Table. It’s the center of our house. Literally. It’s large enough to seat ten. But we have been known to fit twelve. I’ve said for years that my idea of a crowd is the number of people who can sit around the table. No more. If there are more than that, conversation descends to…
My favorite way to live life is “one-on-one” over a cup of coffee. It's honest. Real. Eye-to-eye. With fewer voices involved, conversation is more likely to dive beneath the surface, into the deep. I like meaningful conversation. I'm not a “chit chat” kind of guy. For there to be communication, someone likely needs to speak.…
To “look”, I engage my eyes. To “see”, I ask my eyes to join hands with my heart, mind and soul. I have the gift of vision which gives me the ability to “look”. But, unfortunately, I don’t always “see”. Certainly pleasure can be obtained from looking. But seeing turns that pleasure into an experience,…
Quiet. It can feel like an interminable pause. A creator of discomfort. A vacuum restless to be filled. Or it can be a balm. A place for restoration. A welcome companionship where words are not required. For me it is the necessary fuel to move through a world of continual noise. It’s the time that…
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