It still hurts to swallow, and I can feel I’m not quite drug-free. I managed to contain my thoughts this morning, not ramble into the thicket of fear or worry about bleeding and complications. Though it was cold—of course it was cold —I focused on the moment. Milked how nice the nurses were and asked… Read More Twilight
my boy i am the shade of his sun afraid he will burn, but i am more than the smell of the bosom he has learned, i am the album of regrets and and deficiency and forgiving the roots that climb deep down parents’ omissions i am the… Read More st r u gg ling artist ii
so i decided i am more than the answer to “what’s for dinner?” the unrelenting pile of dishes more than the name i changed at the altar, and the ways i fail Husband more than the boy i nursed ’til i was spent and would give… Read More st r u gg ling artist
More times than I can name, the wayfaring has been a desperate crawl. This is no metaphor, not when there were days I could not drag my broken body downstairs for the mail. Jan 2003, Meningitis. The virus had taken itself up in my spine and lining of the brain. Journal: At every turn of… Read More The Question of Human Suffering
Every time I drive by the church where it happened, I still look away. I drown the memory in a parade of new thoughts and have managed to take Hidden Valley with the casualness I run through any other road. That evening six years ago, I was leaving the church with my toddler in my… Read More It’s Always My Fault
I know why the Serpent went to Eve first. She had thought God was speaking her language. “Don’t do it.” We’ll talk some more, she thought. If Adam had stayed single the poor, simple man would’ve just listened to His Maker. The Serpent knew he could bring the world crashing down on its head if he… Read More I May Be a Man, Part 2
At Six First bite into food. Mmmmmm. Life is good. At Six-and-a-half How many odd numbers are there? Are there more odd than even? Mom, how many people are there in the world? Mom, how old is Count Dooku? Yoda? Darth Vader? What is three minus four? What is 13-15? What is negative zero? Mommy,… Read More Words Between Mom and Boy, Part 2
Writer Elisabeth Elliot has said God’s NO is His mercy. In this posture of trust I have seen that the doors that have shut on me have only led to portals that would swing wide open. I have always felt barred from overseas missionary work. The door to service abroad that I tried and tried… Read More Calling
I flew a lot in my dreams when I was a kid. It would start a bit slowly, and sometimes I rowed the air with my arms while swinging forward on a pillow to build momentum. Even now I could feel the exhilaration of taking off, sailing above land. This one particular dream was different,… Read More How You Fit Into My Prophetic Dream
Like a diamond, the attribute of greatness has so many faces its definition remains elusive. Thus far I have traced greatness along the lines of tenacity. I could go on to look at heroes who cope with severe disabilities or who have scaled Everest and run ultras that are four times the distance of a… Read More Greatness, Finale: The Triumph of Forgiveness
A Holistic Journey 