How like our Heavenly Father
One afternoon last week, Cato puppy and I headed to the mailbox. Freya dog loves to run in the woods but doesn’t enjoy walking on the road—perhaps the gravel hurts her paw pads. And these days, Heathcliff dog is too old and arthritic to make the trip. So, it was...
You are greatly loved
A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger. Proverbs 15:1 (NIV) I lay in bed in the middle of the night, wakeful and worried. During the day, migraine auras had flashed like white and black lightning streaks in the peripheral...
In our living rooms
Last Friday, a guest post of mine—a review of Leslie Leyland Fields’ Your Story Matters: Finding, Writing, and Living the Truth of Your Life—was posted on Brevity blog. https://brevity.wordpress.com/2020/06/05/a-review-of-leslie-leyland-fields-your-story-matters/...
Remembrance, part 2
I was not my best self this past weekend. On Friday night, for some reason I chose to pick a fight with Keith over some petty, perceived slight. When Saturday dawned, I couldn’t see or feel any of the day’s beauty, only sorrow, though I’m not sure why. Maybe I...
Remembrance, part 1
After dropping Keith in front of Trinity Lutheran Church in Crimora, Virginia—he had elder duty—I parked the car and ambled toward other congregants, saying good morning along the way. Trinity is the original home church of Bethany Lutheran in Fishersville, and it...
Cato encounters his first toad
The Sovereign Lord is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to tread on the heights. Habakkuk 3:19 (NIV) Cato and I noticed the rustle of grass while walking the turn-around early one morning last week. I spotted a...