Your Eyes Have Died…
Daniel my brother you are older than me Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won’t heal Your eyes have died but you see more than I Daniel you’re a star in the face of the sky Elton John sang these lyrics with melodic conviction through our truck’s fuzzy radio reception this morning.  I was late (again) for chapel, yet when this song buzzed in I felt myself relax and b

Waiting and an End to Waiting
Wait…it seems I’m still waiting…for what, I don’t know…I’m just supposed to wait.  I feel if I wait anymore I’ll explode, as if I’m ready to burst into anything, something, as long as it means I don’t have to sit and watch expectantly for God’s go ahead, for God’s next step.  Rich (my husband) has been unemployed for six months now.  Job interviews are happening, even final rounds he makes.  Each opportunit

At the 11th Hour
As I write it is the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month–the day, month and hour WWI came to an end.  It was named Armistice Day and later became Veterans Day to honor all veterans of all wars.  If you’re a Veteran, thank YOU for risking life and limb for the safety and wellbeing of all of us back home.  Your efforts and sacrifice carry positive reverberations through space and time.  Even if you feel invisible in a sea of s

Gourds and God
Last week a friend and I, while on a long bus ride, visited the topic of decorative gourds–a common sight this time of year. Somehow we ventured into whether it is possible and/or prudent to cook and eat them.  Were they cook-able?  Were they edible?  What do they look like inside?  What do they taste like?  We didn’t have a clue.  We even asked another friend close-by what she knew–not more than we.  Bouncing along side by side sharing a school bu

What Do You Smell Like?
Breezy and beautiful today…so breezy that farm odors are wafting our way.  We live in farm country but don’t live particularly close to a farm, yet when the wind blows through cow pastures, barn yards and freshly harvested fields, we get a nose full of that signature dairy farm smell.  In Hebrew and Greek “spirit” means breath or wind…so when we read about the Holy Spirit in Scripture, we’re literally reading Holy “Wind” or Holy R