But One Life to Live
Good morning. To those of you who follow my blog so patiently – a huge thank you for all the encouragement and love you have blessed me with. It has been three years since I hit that publish button for the first time. Never when I boldly, humbly, asked God to use it to His
Something wasn’t quite right. I couldn’t put my finger on it. I’ve spent the last days in India. I’m visiting friends. I’m tired. Jet. Lag. Is. Real. It’s been an amazing few days but in a few hours, I begin the long journey home. I came to celebrate a major life and work event with
I live in south Louisiana. Covington to be exact. In March we experienced record breaking flooding. Five months to the day later, just as everyone who flooded is completing their renovations and getting moved back in – the unthinkable happened – a system developed over the Gulf and stalled. Early predictions are saying the worst
Recently I watched the Olympic qualifying segment for the balance beam. I marveled at the skill and talent these young women brought to the event. I look forward to seeing the upcoming competition. How do they do that? How do they practice for hours on end? Where does their motivation to succeed at this level
Walking into the auditorium so familiar to me, there was something so different tonight. Men and women in uniform were visibly present. Many churches from our community gathered together to honor the officers who lost their lives Sunday in Baton Rouge. Our state. Our capital. Our familiar streets. Our country. Our world. . . again.
Much of the time spent hanging out in my head is wondering how God loves me – you know – me? really? I wonder…is it because He just doesn’t know me that well? But I know that I know that I know that I know – it is the very opposite. It is because He
There is evil in this world. The darkest of darkness we all want to believe cannot exist. It does exist and the darkness grows each time we give it space. There are places we don’t want to go – things we don’t want to acknowledge – beyond our comprehension of evil. Let’s pretend it can’t
I took this picture in Spain while driving from Antequera to Malaga. It took my breath away. Pulling over, rolling my window down – my breath stilled, my heart overwhelmed. Many of the sheep in the pasture had bells around their necks – there were probably a thousand sheep . . . . . .
Awhile back, on a beautiful south Louisiana Sunday afternoon, one of my sons and grandson were involved in an accident on their way to meet me. Praise be to God our Father, the arms that wrapped around them during the accident and the hand of God as the accident played out in a way that