There is a light that shines in this darkness. It doesn’t matter how dark it gets, this light overwhelms it. The darkness can’t put it out. If you open up a box of shadows in a room, the shadows are obliterated by light. If you light a candle in a dark room . . . one single candle . …. Read More
I have borne scars by the will of God, And I have borne scars by the will of man. By His grace and the everlasting power that works within me, I have borne them and held fast to Love. There is a story written on my heart of a people scattered to the corners of the world Driven away by… Read More
Oh, as you’re running What hindered love Will only become part of the story. Baby, you’re almost home. (Steffany Gretzinger) She looked at him tentatively, shifting in her seat so she could face him head on. The passing clouds floated carelessly outside the small window beside him. Another plane passed, miles away. It looked like a toy. “I want to… Read More
A familiar scent washes over me as I make my way toward the large double sliding-doors that lead into my room at this oceanside vista. It smells like my mother’s lavender bushes but thicker and sweeter, laced with a fragrance that is new to me. I’ve never been to Costa Rica before. This is a new fragrance. The waves hit… Read More
Sometimes I come across something that triggers a memory from the past that I just can’t seem to shake. A scent, a piece of music, an experience that almost throws me into some kind of time warp where I end up dropping squarely in the middle of a moment in the past that I feel like I’ve lost somehow. It’s… Read More
My daughter lay sobbing on the couch. “I can’t do anything right,” she said. I sat gently beside her and swept the stray hairs from her forehead and face, and tucked them behind her ear. “I don’t think that’s true,” I said after a moment. “I think you do a lot of things right, sweetheart.” “You don’t understand, Mom. I… Read More