Photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash There are people you meet in your life who make you pause, reflect, and reassess your priorities. That was MaryJane. I first spotted her during a memory-making birthday celebration for my sister. We were walking down a tree-lined street after a wonderful lunch together, peeking through vintage store windows …
Love Like He Loves
Photo by Sarah Brown on Unsplash There is this artsy side of my brain. I nourish it by creating—writing, drawing, painting, all outlets for the noise in my head. There is something magical about typing words on a keyboard or adding paint or charcoal to paper. An outward reflection of my inward thoughts and emotions. There are no …
More Than Enough
Photo by Ali Karimiboroujeni on Unsplash Standing in front of the mirror, I can see the faintest line, no, maybe it’s a hair; actually, I’m not sure what it is. It’s sitting on the left corner of my upper lip. At 68, I have great distance vision, but seeing mid-range, well, that’s a challenge. Unfortunately, I don’t own …
Holy Moments
Photo by Unsplash A profound stillness enveloped the room, a quiet that compelled her to pause and reflect. The gentle melody of the music played softly in the background, while the early morning light filtered through the window, casting a shadow across the small wooden table and her cherished cup of tea. The children clung …
Be Careful – Don’t Drink the Kool-Aid of Deception
Photo by Markus Kammermann on Unsplash Recently, I listened to a talk given by a man I believe to be solid in his faith, rational in his beliefs, well-educated, and a speaker of truth. He has authored several Christian books and is a respected teacher and preacher. He embodies the qualities I seek when trying …
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My Father’s Priceless Gift
Photo by Theo Laflamme on Unsplash My father passed away on my birthday. It’s always a little bittersweet – his passing and my living. He was a complex man, which made our relationship challenging. Don't get me wrong, I loved him dearly. But admittedly, there was a part of me that was also intimidated by him. It’s not …
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