We are here in Guatemala City–arrived late last evening in the dark–so we couldn’t see that much. It has been 21 years since we have been here. The airport is new, modern, and sleek. And the hotel we are staying in is beautiful. Here is Julia waiting on Daddy to check us in. I was…
To Guatemala!
My daughter didn’t sleep all night. She spent most of it packing. About four in the morning, she actually crawled in bed with us–something she hasn’t done in a long time. We all talked and prayed about the trip; we shed some tears too… Julia with some orphans in Ethiopia two years ago. We leave…
the garment of your soul…
“The Wave” by Scottish artist, Gina Wright to touch the garment of your soul, to slip between raw, unfinished seams
Never Forget…
the scars in my Hands say I will never forget you, never leave you
‘My Sister’s Keeper’… a Keeper
From time to time, I like to critique movies. After all, they are a vivid, living-color representation of our culture… all the glory and gore is contained there. And that’s what this blog is about: The content or lack of content in American traditions…
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…
Sara Palin Quits…
Well, that’s what the headlines are saying…
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…
Cat be Nimble…
Even if he’s in a dead sleep or in another zone… He doesn’t mind waking up to play… And this is what I totally love about cats… No matter what they are doing, it pales in comparison to batting a stick or chasing a ball of yarn… Oh yeah, he’s into it now. This is…
haiku: my distant pity…
compassion is bread and salve, my distant pity is a waste of time
Bonnie Saul Wilks 