A Voice for the Journey
A little girl had a hamster that had gotten out of his cage and when the hamster was found it appeared to be completely healthy and happy. She placed her hamster back into his home, but he would not move – he just sat there. He didn’t eat, play or
I sat with a mom at the Urgent Care a few months ago in the height of the most recent flu season, her four-year old and one-year old running back and forth throughout the waiting room. I looked at her as she had finally rallied her tribe and told her, “You’re going
Waiting for an outpouring of the Holy Spirit? It’s here! My soul and spirit were in a drought condition for many years, similar to California’s drought season. My soul and spirit were dry; the colors were dull, growth would sprout, but soon die for lack of water. In “I Made
Growing up, my mom was a great cook! She made all the traditional “comfort foods” that were simple and delicious. But somewhere in elementary school, my dad discovered the Frugal Gourmet and Emeril Lagasse. He learned to make dishes that we couldn’t pronounce and even seasoned foods while yelling “bam!”
The colder weather in California recently got me to thinking about when I used to live in Fairbanks, Alaska. I remember the winters being very dark and very, very COLD. Negative 80 degrees cold. You could take a cup of steaming hot coffee throw it up in the below-freezing
Imagine if you will, a girl. She’s jumping, laughing and twirling in the sunlight. The sun shining through her hair. She smiles as she looks up to the sky. More times than not, you can hear her singing to herself, the soundtrack of the moment she is in. She is
My mom was an extraordinary woman. She delighted in serving her family and church. There was nothing that was beneath her. If her task made someone’s life easier, better, happier, she would do it. For many years my mom had a friend in church, Her name was Judy. Judy was
Perky. Plucky. Sanguine. Energetic. Happy. Joyful. Spritely. Bouncy. Yup, it’s true. I’m a ball of joyful energy. Too much for you, perhaps? That’s ok. I know that some can only take me in small doses, and I bless you to excuse yourself. Many people wonder if it’s real. Yes. Ask
On any given day, I have about 5,000 things happening. Yes, that may be an exaggeration, but it feels like 5,000. Its probably more like 4,999. The days go by and I find myself asking where they went and how I made it through. Between work, kids, sports, ministry, groceries,
The plane plunged suddenly causing my heart to race. The descent into Kabul Afghanistan was unlike any that I had ever experienced. Sudden, steep, somewhat violent. Kabul is a city surrounded by mountains, so pilots need to clear the steep peaks and then have a limited amount of time to