A writer’s psalm
The Lord is my publisher, I lack nothing. He makes me lie in cozy studies,
he leads me beside quiet waters,... Read More
Soaring on the wings of the wind
The irony isn’t lost on me, that to retreat next week I’m cramming as much as I can into this week. All... Read More
Stuff, stuff, and more stuff
“How much stuff does a person need?” The question keeps rolling through my mind, a massaged version of the title of Leo... Read More
When life changes in a moment… why?
A couple of weeks ago I posted about my family’s near accident, giving thanks that they walked away unscathed. The post has... Read More