My Jolly Roger

I compromised today. But it was cold. And Jolly Roger looked so warm. Let me explain. For many years, I have held firm to boycotting the symbol representing my husband's high school football team.  A skull and crossbones.  I don't do death. My Pirate attire consists of clean logos like this... And our family opts out of opportunities… Continue reading My Jolly Roger

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One Egg Left

Before leaving for Guatemala, two weeks ago, I was sharing a woman's infertility struggles with a friend.  I explained, "She has only one egg left."  By neglecting to elaborate on the type of egg, I confused my friend.  She questioned the fact of having only one egg for a meal.  We laughed at the miscommunication and commented, "Who'd only have… Continue reading One Egg Left

Faith, Family

If he loses, he’s not lost

My husband left ahead of us this morning, meeting the football players and other coaches, in preparation of their third playoff game.  Before leaving, we held hands as a family and prayed. While many coaches (Texas high school football, no less!) would pray for success and a hearty win, my husband exposed his heart. Father God,… Continue reading If he loses, he’s not lost


My Joy…Your Joy

My Joy...Your Joy These things I have spoken to you, that My joy may remain in you, and that your joy may be full —John 15:11 What was the joy that Jesus had? Joy should not be confused with happiness. In fact, it is an insult to Jesus Christ to use the word happiness in connection… Continue reading My Joy…Your Joy

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Life among the dead

In Guatemala, we were taken to the National Cemetery. Colors of gray and black.  A stench of decay thick in the air (and you really don't want to know what caused the foul, defiling odor).  Heavy wings uncomfortably close to our ears. Hoping angels were soaring in to lift me out of the pit, I turned my eyes to the sky.  To my horror, I… Continue reading Life among the dead


In a world away from luxury

Isn't the fast I choose: To break the chains of wickedness, to untie the ropes of the yoke, to set the oppressed free, and to tear off every yoke?  Is it not to share your bread with the hungry, to bring the poor and homeless into your house, to clothe the naked when you see… Continue reading In a world away from luxury

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Milk and Honey

My fifth day in Guatemala.  My heart has been broken by what I'd imagined existed but never fathomed my eyes would see. Before embarking on this trip, I had jokingly claimed God was sending me to the promised land since I'd just turned forty.  Yet after only a short time in Guatemala, with complete sincerity, I pleaded with God to give me a glimpse of milk and… Continue reading Milk and Honey


Wherever you are, be all there

As I put the final touches on my trip preparation, I am faced with all sorts of uncertainties.  At the last minute, my boys have some issues which need a mother's touch.  And I want it to be my touch. This hasn't taken God by surprise.  And it's another opportunity for me to fully trust Him. I… Continue reading Wherever you are, be all there

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I hear her story…

I often travel through my days veering toward discontentment.  The Map cautions me to steer clear of this obstruction.  A roadblock and barricade.  Yet, I merge into complainer's lane.  Hugging the curb of criticism.  Honking my hot-tempered horn with road rage in the midst of the gridlock. And, again this day,  although I have aimed to release a sweet aroma pleasing to… Continue reading I hear her story…



I am captured by a Truth I've journeyed through a number a times but never stopped to rest. "I am the bread of life," Jesus told them. "No one who comes to Me will ever be hungry, and no one who believes in Me will ever be thirsty again." "I am the living bread that… Continue reading Soaked