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Truly and Deeply and Madly

Truly and Deeply and Madly

As the story goes, up until twenty-three-and-a-half years ago, I had been looking for love in all the wrong places. Then one snowy winter night in the Midwest, I came to an impasse. Standing on a street corner beneath the glow of a streetlamp, stood a tall man in a...
Self-made or…? Surrendered

Self-made or…? Surrendered

Would I dare speak of being a Christ follower without holding my own “self” accountable to the Calvary part of God’s Love Story? I rarely hear the word outside of Easter. Calvary. It wasn’t even in my Webster’s Universal College...
Page by Page

Page by Page

June 26, 2013. I had started writing that spring, writing down Dad’s stories. I didn’t know then that they would one day become a book. I had no plan for that. I had no idea. It unfolded, one day at a time, page by page. Our time together at the cabin on Washington...
The Callback

The Callback

I want to hold on to this day, the hours within it, the moments as they unfold, reminding me of days spent in the golden wheat fields of my childhood. I would lie in tall grass, my face up to a ceiling of amorphous clouds, white against blue, transparent and opaque,...
Carried Away

Carried Away

There is a place we used to go every summer, where wind blows off the lake, cooling sun-parched skin from day’s labor, where deer nibble on grass outside your window, where children with toughened feet run gleefully across a stoney beach, anxious for fireworks. There...

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