As some of you know, I have been jogging for a little over a year. In the HOURS I have spent out in the early mornings running, I have been listening to an Aviation Podcast. The Stuckmic AvCast. These folks are just great and they each bring to the table
Elizabeth and I were talking the other morning. I was explaining to her how I had spoken to my mom the evening before and just spent some time ‘catching up’. When mom and I hung up she said, “Night night, honey.” Something I haven’t heard in 40 years or so…
It is 28 degrees, 12:00 midnight and every star the sky could show is blazing down on the airfield in Greensboro NC. I worked 3rd shift as a fueler for Piedmont Airlines, based out of a FBO (Fixed Based Operations). This is a place on the field where small planes
To all of my friends in South America, I wanted to send this special invitation to just you. I hold to the belief that our dreams are more important than reality sometimes. When I was a child, I dreamed of flying. As the years have passed, I decided to write
I have found myself in some interesting situations in my life. From time to time, if I pay attention (which is rare), I find and see that I have built a construct around me where the rules apply to everyone… except me… or only when I deem it ‘appropriate’ (i.e.
I used to work for the airlines. This was back in the day before TSA and 911. Everyone went to the gate and waited for wives, loved ones, relatives. At the other end of the spectrum they would walk this same group to the gates to send them off. The
I am not sure many of you think about ‘why’ we writers ‘write’. The truth is… it matters to us. We write about what ‘we’ think is important. No one has to agree, no one has to say yes or no, we just need to express our thoughts in words
In my travels, I don’t always hit the path most trodden, whether it be on vacations, work or just living life, but I find these unexpected ‘jewels’ that weave a new thread of color throughout my own story. So, on a cold 12 degree Vermont morning my travels up Sherborne
I often think of dreams and how they can slip in and out of our lives and we don’t even notice them. It is a shame really, that we are given so many dreams, desires, and wishes. I think they are seeds… seeds of destiny planted by our Creator to
People in general are just ‘folks’. What I mean by that is, we are all a lot a like. Yes, there is that rare breed that that makes you shake your head and wonder if they really have the IQ of a lemon, but for the most part… we are
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.
