I am a vessel that at first glance looks whole.
But what you can’t see — without really knowing me —
Is my brokenness. I have been shattered.
I am a vessel that at first glance looks whole.
We’re called to rejoice with those who rejoice and mourn with those who mourn (Romans 12:15). Today, I will be doing a little of both. This tribute is for my dear friend, Ronnette, and her husband, Mike.Read More
I know your situation looks impossible. I know you need a miracle.Read More
Seeking forgiveness is step one of redemption. Step two to a new life is finally forgiving yourself. Let’s go to church on the mountain.Read More
What we say ‘’yes” to absolutely affects our success in life but equally important is what we refuse. Unfortunately, many people miss this fact because they look at the word “no” as negative; they feel deprivedRead More
My husband and I are semi-retired and have taken up—of all things—fly fishing! As crazy as it sounds, I’ve traded in my Manolos for waders. I’ve decided I enjoy the sport because there are so many similarities to being successful in business. Here are my top 10 observations about the two.Read More
You probably didn’t see this coming. Although it was outside of your control, I know you’re blaming yourself. Yes, there were things you could have done differently and some things you shouldn’t have done at all.Read More
Bias begets prejudice. Prejudice begets hate. So to get out ahead of hate, we must recognize our own bias. According to dictionary.com, bias is a particular tendency, feeling or opinion—especially one that is preconceived or unreasoned. We often see bias played out by others but rarely recognize our own. Come with me to church where God blessed me with 20/20 vision.Read More
Most of the country will fast-forward their clocks tonight. One less precious hour of sleep. I hate when that happens.
Losing time is never good — whether its’ an hour, a day or the rest of our life.Read More
Not all Christian denominations observe Ash Wednesday. Sitting in a Baptist pew, three times a week, in my small rural Texas town, I never once attended —or even had heard of —such a service until I was grown.Read More
When Steve and I travel abroad, we take mass transit when possible. In London, “The Tube” is the best way to get around. And oftentimes you get to ride with angels. Come aboard and let’s go to church.Read More
When the kids are gone and your work is through,
Let me ask you,
Just what will you do?
Will you look at the other, lovers no more?
Just passing strangers
With no promise in store?
During my sabbaticals I awake each morning and close my eyes each evening to the ever-changing Sangre de Cristo (that is Spanish for blood of Christ) mountain range. These final peaksRead More
I went to church as I snowshoed today,
Never ever expecting
To hear a message this way.
The snow had fallen the long night before,Read More
Some people are “beach people”. They love the smell of salt water in the air, the sound of waves crashing against the beach and the feel of warm sand beneath their feet. After years of travel, I found the ocean scene never spoke to me because I’m a “mountain people”. I am drawn to the aroma of sweet butterscotchRead More
One of my favorite theologians was the anti-Nazi dissident, Dietrich Bonhoeffer. Of the many things this very brave German pastor wrote, this is one I wish we could embrace today: “Judging others make us blind, whereas love is illuminating. By judging others we blind ourselves to our own evil and to the grace which others are just as entitled to as we are.”Read More
This is what I opened my eyes to this morning in Santa Fe. Actually, we get a spectacular sunrise about five days a week. Steve and I make a point to wake up every morning to watch it. Trust me— this is a miracle you don’t want to sleep through.Read More
Because my devotionals are autobiographical and sometimes raw, many of my readers feel safe to write me and share their own life stories. Over the past 10 years, one of the things I have learned from them is that favoritism, neglect—even child abuse—know no socio-economic, racial or religious boundary. I have also learned that those who were mistreated as children never realize true joy as adults until they decide to face the past and move on.Read More
Sometimes our best and highest worship doesn’t take place in a chapel, a synagogue or a parish but in the most mundane moments of our day. More and more I find myself encountering God as I slug through crowded city streets, stroll through a lush green park—even as I visit with a clerk in the grocery store!
I’m in Santa Fe this week and want to share with you where I worshiped today. Please come join me.
I went to church in the wood today.
It was quiet and still
And I began to pray.
Steve and I arrived in Santa Fe last week and were in town to procure our “provisions" when we found ourselves driving around in a snowstorm. Having lived our entire lives in central Texas, we are not well-versed in this “style” of precipitation so needless to say we were completely dumbfound when “white-out conditions” struck (in about five minutes while we were shopping for produce. Lord, have mercy!)!Read More