Lately, my thoughts have been so cluttered with details that I’ve needed some quiet in the ole brain. I’m finding it in three second increments. Starting small. Instead of glancing, I’m trying to gaze, for three short seconds that take me out of the clutter and into what I was made for.
It’s helping.
(Pic of my sister, Steppie and me in Colorado, a place packed with things to make you wonder.)
I will never get over growing up. It's part of the reason I don't drink alcohol. Drinking alcohol is such an adult thing to do and somewhere deep inside, I feel more comfortable at the kid's table. Al
Today, I watched the sunrise, but I could tell I wasn't getting the best view, so I walked to the window to see it more directly. A pilot had awakened early, probably in the middle of the night, drive
When Jim and I were dating, we had a three-month breakup over Calvinism and alcohol. (I would say, in case you're wondering, we are still not on the same page on either issue, God has used it. Also, o
