God moments don’t always come with light and joy — I don’t want to write tonight Wait. That didn’t come out right, did it? I can hear the murmuring already. “If you don’t want to write, don’t. We don’t want to read it all that much, either.” Ah. As the Bard would say, there’s the rub. …

It takes a fall to learn some things about pride and our need for help — I’m not a klutz Really. I’m not. Perhaps, I ought to say, I wasn’t. I do have a friend who is constantly telling of her mishaps and misadventures. She is a self-described klutz. We don’t argue with her. We laugh along with her as she exaggerates her gravitational challenges. But, I’ve never been one…

There’s more to waiting than meets the eye — Sometimes I say things I’m not sure I believe It’s not a game; I just need to hear the words out loud to be able to decide — if I believe them or not, I mean. These particular words I said for the first time a couple of months ago. We were sitting in our car at a familiar…

Camping out isn’t the same as traveling through — Even if you’re on the right track, you’ll get run over if you just sit there. It was just a bit of whimsy, a slogan to print on a magnet shaped like an old steam engine. My dad slapped it on the old Frigidaire over fifty years ago. …

What if our tears are a gift and not an embarrassment? — There are moments when time slows In those moments, I sometimes see life with a clarity I never thought possible this side of heaven. And by life, I mean in the overall sense of our existence here on earth, not just my life or yours. I had one of those poignant moments recently. In a season…

A Parable — I’m sitting in a church sanctuary, waiting for the Lovely Lady to finish a rehearsal. It’s a place of worship we’ve never been in, but somehow, we’re not feeling out of place. The beautiful redhead is perched, with perfect posture, at the Steinway on the stage, taking instructions from a…

Learning when to say ‘when’ to avoid long-term guilt — I felt it Every time I opened that big, heavy door to the shed — packed to the rafters with yesterdays — I felt it. The weight. The guilt. The helplessness. It all started fifteen years ago. I was the proprietor of a reasonably successful music store in our little town. In the…

Simple reminders that we walk by faith and not by sight — The rain falls outside It’s only the latest in a series of autumn fronts that have moved through the area. I sit in a local coffee shop with my back to the room, gazing out the huge eight-foot-high windows. …

Never stop learning; never stop doing new things — I did something new last week Solomon may have thought there was nothing new under the sun, but this was new to me. The house in which the Lovely Lady and I live has stood for one more decade than I have. For all those years, the front entrance has been a wooden hollow-core door. It…