To be honest it just bugs me. It is the ever-present message or implied message throughout our society that is so tempting to me. We use it to divide, prove, tear down, and destroy. For years I have watched myself and the world around me find we are possessed with
I’ve always wanted to see the Christmas lights and decorations at Colonial Williamsburg in Virginia. There is something about this place, it’s hard to put in words but something in both of us stirs once we get past the traffic to Duke of Gloucester Street. The weight of the immediate
Like stepping into a long, ongoing battle, our consecration comes at the first realization of the weight of the empty chair. Death has long wrapped its cold tendrils around our lives being the ever present companion on this pilgrimage. Sometimes it seems as if we can feel the bitter crisp
It’s been a long 11 months. Dad passed away last December unexpectedly and many of the years’ traditions have been understandably through the spin-cycle. It reminds me of a Gretchen Rubin’s quote, “The days are long but the years are short.” One of my father’s many great attributes was
I can’t remember when I was born. I just know it was far out in the wilds and depths of blue-green. My parents, if you were to call them that, supported me and pushed me, on a rolling wind, to the turbulent and untamed surface. I came to life.
Life from the ledge It doesn’t take much to slip off the ledges in life. We seem to be built with a desire for unbalance alongside the expectation of a balanced life. Not long ago I ran into a situation that birthed this small post. I forgot that I have
Part 2 When I hit my 50’s one mood suffocated me. “It’s too late… ” I am not one of those folks who found what they loved and never worked another day. (not sure I believe that either). In my early days, the path I followed was to enter the
Part 1 As I get older I’ve come to the conclusion that there are truths for living that we can’t dispute. Some we cling to, squeezing with all the strength we have, others are just too big to wrap our arms around. When I gaze into the eternal value of
I find myself watching the sweeping hands of time roll past and questioning what it means to trust God. In my younger years, lack of life experiences and immaturity across-the-board meant trusting God was a pretty shallow pond. Early in my ministry career I made very little money. I’m not
There are many events in all of our lives where the event itself predicts something immense, something bigger than we’ve ever thought possible. These events, these mountains, and valleys create contemplation, which can turn into anticipation of something we’ve always known but might not have been able to touch, articulate,
When life breaks us, we all need to find handholds and I choose to believe that Christ was and is intimately involved with what occurred. I see that Christ is the ‘Hope of Glory’, Colossians 1:27 and it’s that Hope that is offered to all. That Hope is the foundation of what got me to this point in life. I pray God uses this tiny, little piece of Shattered Glass from my life to help you find the Hope he offers to you.
Eight year old Jeff’s imagination isn’t earth bound. He dreams of flying over his neighborhood, free from the bonds of gravity – becoming part of the elite list of eight year olds who have flown. When he and his brothers begin building a homemade go kart, he leaps on this opportunity to use his ingenuity, and make his dreams real!
I'd love to talk with you about all things grief, growth and transformation. Hope to talk soon.
