The Pain in His Face

Life is about pain. The fact that you have it. The fact that you want to relieve it. Humankind’s connection with God is all about eradicating pain. The truth is we are crippled with pain and need crutches. We are wounded and in need of a Healer. But the post-modern, post-Christian world rejects this idea, making…

Moon-Slide Ride

I love children’s literature and have written a little through the years. Now suddenly, I have this insatiable desire to write for children, so I am stoking up the creative juices so my imagination can fly. Children are so much fun to write for, read to, and be with… They are just the best! The…

‘I Would Give My Final Breath to… ‘

My husband brought back some compelling photos of Ethiopia this trip. While I was perusing them, this old Steve Fry song rose up in my spirit and ministered to me so much as I kept leafing through the pictures. I felt the Lord saying to me, “If you want to know me, then look at…

The Awe Factor

The heavens are doing a good job declaring the glory and awesomeness of a loving God without our help!

The End of All Words…

Through the years, I have done my fair share of counseling. The truth is this: It is not my favorite aspect of the ministry. I groan silently when I hear of someone becoming a counselor or actually majoring in counseling in college. Doesn’t that sound cold hearted and distant coming from a missionary… even worse…

I Bowed to Worship Another…

I relished a trip to Amherst, Massachusetts, a few years ago with my family. A long-time writing heroine of mine, Emily Dickinson and I had an appointment. I could hardly wait to visit her childhoold home. I consider Dickinson America’s best poet, exceeding the writings of  Frost, Whitman, Sandburg, and Emerson… even contemporary poets like…

And the Tears Flowed…

Erev Shabbat settled with peace… the kind that radiates from deep within… the kind that bubbles up with hope and contentment–regardless of life’s circumstances or situation. More than the soft glow of candles lit the room, an incandescent illumination radiated from the hearts of the family and friends gathered at the table. The evening shone…

Staring…

Is it rude to stare? I guess it is, but I still do it. Well, I guess it is better to say, I stare without trying to stare. I guess I am just curious… about the life around me. And taking photographs sort of eases my compulsion to stare. But what I really think is…