Truth Spoken

Have you ever noticed the sparkle in a person’s countenance as they are being verbally touched by an expressed appreciation? Why are we hesitant to give such delight to our loved ones? The value of speaking love is incalculable, but it is our tone that often blesses or offends more than our words. A new…

Glory to Glory

“And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into His image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.” 2 Corin 3:18 “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.” Luke 2:14  “Whoever speaks on their own does so to gain personal glory, but he…

True or Truth?

If I were to tell you that I am a blonde, that is true, for today, but what is also true about me is that my roots grow out brown. Are the facts true? Do the facts change the Truth? An important and interesting distinction! What is actually true about my appearance or character is…

Who’s on First?

Spring training begins the third week of February for pitchers and catchers. In your game of life, who sits on first base? Abbott: I’m telling you their names! Costello: Well who’s on first?   Abbott: Who. Costello: What are you askin me for? I’m askin you! You mean that Guy who knew Who? That Friend who always…

Answers May Vary

A Jeopardy question:  “What is a vision of soul penned? A dream articulated? A depth charge of words? An art form that transcends an individual accounting? A rhythm of thought expressed? A mystifying thought log? A bubbling up of emotion? A provocative entry? An encounter with the Divine?  The cause of infinite pondering? POETRY Copyright  2017…

Chuckling over Choices

To begin with, it is time to roar back at the hungry, lying tiger that seeks to devour me!  Today I choose to take inventory of my choices and responsibility for my results. Today a wonderful chuckle interrupted my focus as I attempted to bend over to buckle up my shoes!  I heard a wheezing…

Three Sheets to the Wind

Walking in a blustering wind, it was all I could do to simply roll with the ferocious breeze like a pair of die. I felt like three sheets to the wind, without a drop of whiskey! With a flimsy scarf to keep the grit from scrambling down my throat, I longed for a sturdy bandanna,…