The external doesn’t define you

It’s that first glimpse of the external that we define someone. Tall, short. Young, old. A description becomes our initial definition. It’s only the surface we define. I would have been in the third or fourth grade when my family went to visit friends. They must have been business acquaintances because I don’t remember another time we were together as families. I clearly remember being in their backyard where their...

This Little Girl Was My Hero for the Day

She looked to be 8 years old. Her long brown hair fell in wet strings around and in her face. She had no time to push it aside. She carried a skim board that looked to be more than half her size. She looked ahead at the rolling waves, judging the time to throw her board on the water’s surface followed by a quick belly land on the board. The...

Happy

We played that song. You know, the happy one. The song that is humming through the background of everyone’s life these days? It’s bouncy and snappy and, well, happy. So we played that song in the chapel full of men, in their seats 5 minutes before our Tuesday night recovery meeting. This is when we play funny clips or bloopers or photo’s of them at a recent event or celebration....

Stripped down joy

My hands need to be busy. Moving across the keyboard, moving the paint-filled brush or colored marker across a blank page. I’d say it’s something I get from mama or granny but maybe it’s women in general. Our hands are doing, caring, providing, healing, loving. *** I looked at the red letters stenciled to the burlap and the nativity story was told in the color and texture. I spilled the...

This isn’t a country song

I’m not a fan of country music so I’m sure I’ll get this wrong, or offend someone, but wasn’t there an old joke about playing a country song backwards? If you play one backwards you get your wife back, your dog back, etc.? The inference seemed to be country songs are sad. They are about loss. I fear it could seem this blog is often sad and about loss. I...

If joy comes in the morning, is it morning yet?

“Crying may last for a night, but joy comes in the morning.” Psalm 30:5b NCV Are you like me and feeling the heaviness of the week? I could turn off the news but the tragedy and hate and sorrow would still be there. In our country, in our world, in our families. Not all suffering is played out on the nightly news. But when it is, when it pulls us together and we’re on our...

Simply Saturday: Not the Usual

You’ve become use to my Saturdays being about our beach excursions or other points of interest. This one might surprise you. This week, this Saturday that I have longed for, finds me home doing the tango with my broom and waltz with the iron. Yep, that’s right. Housework. This is not something I typically look forward to. I am not one of “those”. 🙂  But I have been coming and...