Sweet Comfort {literally}

Comfort is a word with a double edge. We are urged to get out of our comfort zone and curb our indulgence in our comfort foods, the pint of Ben and Jerry’s we crave at the end of a hard day….not our best go-to. Comfort is familiar. It is routine and known and safe. It is also complacency and hiding and avoidance. When does the contentment that soothes your soul become...

Summer’s pull to let some things hang

They are gathering for Saturday breakfast in the back area of Panera Bread. This group of 10 or so are dressed in their church clothes; men wearing ties and most of the women are in dresses. Her hands were full as she held a plate in one hand and coffee in the other when another woman put her arms around her shoulders and whispered in her ear. The older woman...

Writing summer in pencil

Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. – Mary Oliver Summer has us in its full embrace. The traffic is lighter, the beaches are less crowded and the humidity is soaring. This is the quieter part of the year in South Florida. Schools are out making the daily commute less congested. Snowbirds are back north making parking at the beach easier. The sounds come from kids...

A little story about freedom

Our sneak peak of summer starts with a Memorial Day at the end of May. Some get a day off work, the kids get a day off school so we pack up the minivan and go to an overcrowded beach or theme park. We fly our flags, march in a parade and salute our veterans and sing let freedom ring. Less than two months later we have the biggest freedom...

Creativity and Faith

My hands are always busy. Doodling, writing, coloring, shooting photos, editing….it is a quiet busy but the eyes study, the hands move and the mind runs. The first drawing I did that was recognized for some artistic ability was of a postal truck. I was in first grade and my drawing was chosen to be part of an exhibit at our local Sears store. I liked that my mom encouraged...

When Friendships Lingered Like Summertime – Sally Olson

Mark Twain penned a story about Tom and Huck and their crazy rafting adventures as runaways on the Mississippi River. Barefoot and happy, they were. I know it. I feel the dusty roads on my shoeless feet, smell the mossy riverbank, hear the swish of the fat-headed bristle brush slapping whitewash on the picket fence. It sounds like summer. Do you remember days like that, when Time ran free? The...

The Pathway of a Brokenhearted Friend – Linda Stoll

A relational breakdown starts slowly, almost imperceptibly. Something isn’t right but you can’t quite put your finger on what’s out of kilter. A dark cloud drifts over the friendship and refuses to leave. A subtle shift emerges, its unspoken message rather clear. Idle words cut deep. Eye contact becomes non-existent. Texts go unanswered. Plans get cancelled with the wave of a hand and vague, hurtful excuses. Something disquieting is floating...