When She Arrives
It’s time! You may keep a different time, and so might I, but the Weeping Cherry decides when the party begins. And it begins.
(my daily blog)
It’s time! You may keep a different time, and so might I, but the Weeping Cherry decides when the party begins. And it begins.
Lately I’ve been thinking more about what it means to offer yourself as a “living sacrifice” from Romans 12 in the context of blessing people.
When I travel, I remember A.W. Tozer’s words again: “We cannot know for certain the what and the whither of our earthly pilgrimage, but we
As I watch a hummingbird flit across the patio, I remember that I’ve been searching for at least 8 years for a hummingbird nest. Perhaps
The living with flair moment arrived as soon as I walked through the airport terminal in Austin to see a “taco bar” with brisket, pulled
I’ve been learning to quickly scan my spam email before deleting it all in one lump. It’s a simple lesson, but today I found a
When I end a course at Penn State, I always read the Irish Blessing to students. I actually read it over them, like a proper
Tonight we host some new friends for dinner. I know it’s strange to gather on a Monday night, but why not? Everyone needs to eat,
Sometimes I go back and look over all my hopeful prayers about books I wrote that nobody published. I recently read in my prayer journal
This semester, my students who arrive early to class to hang out request their favorite country music videos. For the last sixteen weeks, I’ve listened to