If I were to describe my relationship with my dad, the word I would use would be “complicated”. I’ve never known life without him and I can’t imagine him not being here. He lived his life with his own set of rules and way of doing things. I guess most of us do the same….
The setting is a large bright room filled with an assortment of colorful toys. There is a cute play kitchen with dishes and plastic food on the shelf. Big, colorful, soft foam blocks stand stacked in one corner; a little play house stands in the other. There are toy trucks, plastic people and animals, and…
Legalism. Rigid. Rules. Everyone looks the same. Little diversity. Working. Working. Striving. Criticizing. Do things the way we do them. We know what is best. Structure. Rules. Do’s and don’ts. Everything is in black and white. Open wide the curtains and swing the windows open wide. Let the aroma of grace drift in. Breathe in…
The second you are born you are immersed, ankle deep, in the vast ocean of God’s grace. It is a beautiful common grace that we all experience. The ability to enjoy the gifts that God has lavished on sinful men—fresh spring days, a soft rain, a kiss from a loved one, the smell of hamburgers grilling, a warm shower, the ability to forgive…and…
So many hopes and dreams. They started as small seeds planted. Anticipating. Dreaming. Praying…almost losing hope. Now I am older and they are still there…those dreams. Yes. They are still there. Some have come to fruition, some are in process.Confusion sometimes enters in, then the dreams seem distorted and out of place. A storm swirling,…
We sit at my kitchen table, big mugs filled with steaming coffee. She is 10 years ahead of me and I am relishing the time I have with her. I pepper her with questions and she humbly shares her heart. There’s something about the calm, tempered words of the mature believer that makes me stop…
