More to Forgive

This morning is my first article at The PerennialGen – Growing Deeper Roots in the Dirt and Light of Midlife. A year ago I discovered Michelle VanLoon, a writer in a few suburbs northwest from me and co-editor of ThePerennialGen. Our connection has been a delightful one and an encouragement to me, personally. We have…

Thoughts for A New Year in April

I wrote this December 20 and here it still sits as a draft:) I do things like that. I thought, “I could wait till next December 29 and it would still be true,” but it’s true now April 23, 2018. I suspect some of you may relate to it also. If it does, I’d love…

What Love Is This?

  As I shared yesterday in my Holy Saturday post, I have been feeling disconnected from Easter.  In the past, music and the lyrics spoke to me of God and his love for me. I am no longer directly involved in a worship arts ministry, where each carefully chosen song and its words speak to my heart…

No One Says Much – A Holy Saturday Reflection

This year I have been feeling disconnected from Easter.  Maybe part of it has to do with traveling all month and not being part of Holy Week with our Church Community this year.  I think it’s also because it feels like I have lost my spiritual rhythms that used to be so natural for me. …

A Steadfast Love, Cascading

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases. Lamentations 3:22 This morning the  preacher talked of this steadfast love as we worshiped with our son and his family at their church. We do this occasionally, finding it to be a sweet time. “Steadfast” love speaks of a loyal love full-of-resolve love steadily-directed love A recent…

A Place of Refuge

With signs promising an ocean view, we walked through the pedestrian walkway under US 1 along the coast of California, just south of Big Sur. We weren’t disappointed. A short walk further, then this . . . the breath-taking, make-you-want-to-cry beauty of McWay Falls inaccessible except by kayak. Even now, 12 years later I remember…

A Friend, Twelve Years In The Making

It is 12:32am November 8th as I write this. In just 6 1/2 hours it will be twelve years since I heard the words, “He’s gone” after waiting and hoping and praying for 32 hours my brother would be found – missing in the Montana mountains on a hunting trip. (I wrote about it HERE: …

Family Matters (“Matters” Is A Verb) Part 2

This week’s post is Part Two of a three-part series written by me to my children and is a continuation from last week. Go HERE to read “Family Matters: Matters is a Verb, Part 1” if you missed it last week. *********************************************************** Family Reunions  were the best part of “going home” when we made our…