Learning to Love ‘These People’

“Mama, are you going to give that man some money?” We stopped for after school Icee’s at the corner convenience store. The homeless man stood at the corner in his rumpled, dirty clothes and his blank stare. “No. We don’t give money to those people.” I continued the education that had been given me as a child. These people were different. They’re on drugs or drunks. They’re not like us....

The view from the middle isn’t always clear

When I fly with Henry I take the middle seat. I like the window but I fit better. At 5’4″ and not a wide body I can pull my arms in if the other person needs more room. But there’s no view from the middle. In those middle-aged years (I swear I don’t know where they went) we were running and rushed and life was buzzing and keeping up was...

This is when I understood God’s love never stops

Annie stood back casting a hard look at my very pregnant belly. “You’re having a girl” she said with a nod. This was the time of predictions and guesses and the build up to the reveal which would be announced by the baby herself in the hospital delivery room. There was no cake with a pink layer inside or box of blue balloons. We waited the full length of pregnancy...

Why I Struggle Believing God Loves Me

“I love you a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck.” Granny recited the words of that old poem with a twinkle in her eye and sly grin on her face and I believed every word that she loved me. I didn’t know of bushels and pecks but I knew about hugs and a Granny’s love. “I love you” wasn’t a routine saying in our house. The...

A More Excellent Way

If I could speak all the languages of earth and of angels, but didn’t love others, I would only be a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. If I had the gift of prophecy, and if I understood all of God’s secret plans and possessed all knowledge, and if I had such faith that I could move mountains, but didn’t love others, I would be nothing. If I gave everything...