Do not be anxious about anything
At my command, Freya trotted into the basement shower. Usually, we bathe the dogs around the first of the month and let them dry on the deck. But since New Years, it’s been either too cold or wet outside, until this past Saturday. If given a choice, Freya would...
I don’t want to play Flight of the Bumblebee
Last Friday, Keith and I ventured out in the rain to have lunch at Blue Mountain Brewery. We figured there wouldn’t be too big a crowd. On the drive home, pleasantly full of salad, pizza, and iced-tea ambition, I said, “Now that my cold is better, I’m going to play...
What God loves anyway
Zero degrees Farenheit. The official temperature in the valley below our mountain house yesterday morning. Keith and I didn’t go to church but not because of the weather. We both have colds. When I’m stuffed up, snuffling, hacking, and blowing my nose, I feel...
One Resolution Revisited
Last night, Keith and I raised our glasses and shouted, “Happy New Year!” then went to bed early as usual. Today, we eat, drink, and make merry with friends. But tomorrow, I’ll fast in preparation for a routine medical procedure. Have you noticed that many prayer...
All I want for Christmas is better GPS
I peered into the dark intersection, trying to figure out which way to go. Before leaving the house, I’d printed out the Google maps directions to the pastor’s house, and Keith had programmed our car’s seven-year-old GPS. The GPS voice directed us a different way,...
Scrooge is still Scrooge
I sat in our truck at the bottom of the mountain road, checking for an awaited phone call and sorting the mail I’d just picked up. One piece of mail in particular provoked a sigh. It had been long day; I was running late. There’d been traffic in Charlottesville on...