I had a conversation yesterday that blessed me immensely and I hope it blesses you. It includes two boys whom I will call Adam (8) and Matt (6). Me: Good morning Boys: Good morning Adam: I like your dress. It's pretty. Me: (looking down at my dress, laughing because everyone says that about this yellow … Continue reading He Said
She sat on the bridge rail Made of field stones, I sat on a mossy rock below Feet immersed in the ice Of May water running from Last month's snow, Watching it fall and chuckle Over moss coated rocks. diamond & emerald Something about the water Washes away stresses That never really mattered. sand & … Continue reading Like a River Glorious
The third part of the "Toronto Trilogy" She Worships ...raising her hands above her creamy coffee-toned skin and tight, dark curls. ...closing her eyes and singing along with the praise song. ...leaning against the sprightly, accountant-type, balding husband of hers. He Worships ...joining our motley choir, grabbing a song folder. ...thanking us and the God … Continue reading She Worships
When the surface of the water is broken, it reflects more sun. When I am humble and broken, more of the Son can show.
Somewhere, between watching the ferry open it's gaping mouth as the sun woke the world and stepping off the pontoon unto the sturdy board dock, it happened. Perhaps, it came along the road sketching curlicues 'round lakes, wiry conifers, and mounds of quartz. Settling deep in the heart and spurting out to every vein in … Continue reading Travel Journal: Northern Reflections I
Twenty-four hours, three languages, sweet children, and a country that will always keep a piece of my heart. The last day I spent in Cambodia (Wednesday, July 27) summarized all the aspects of my stay there. It was the best day in many ways. I am going to write it all here, mostly so I … Continue reading Travel Journal: Cambodia in Retrospect
Phnom Penh from above Messy Love "When you come back from Cambodia, you are going to be a different person," she said. I looked at her and knew she was right. (Moms usually are.) But I wondered how. I still have a week before I return home, but I can already see that this journey … Continue reading Travel Journal: Cambodia 6