I was tired. Dead tired. After driving over nine hours the previous day and spending the majority of the next in meetings, I was physically and mentally exhausted. But I couldn’t return to my room and rest. Not once I’d seen the view from my hotel room at the historic Menger Hotel in downtown San Antonio, Texas. Continue reading “River Walk”
As a child, my brother and I played a little game on long car rides. We called the game: That’s Mine. Here are the rules:
I remember 9/11 and the subsequent war on terrorism. I was just a child when our president declared war on the terrorists. Fourteen to be exact. But I remember thinking, “How can he do this? How can our president and our country defeat a world of terrorists?” I remember. Continue reading “Psalm Sunday: Psalm 10”
And losing you is like
Losing my right shoe. Continue reading “Losing You”
It may start small, like a mustard seed.
Yet, once planted, hope springs to life. Continue reading “Hope Grows”
What are you most afraid of?
Monsters under your bed? Bumps in the night? Skeletons in the closet?
As we grow older, our fears seem to become more complex. As a child, we may have feared the dark, but as adults we may fear whether or not we will be able to pay our mortgage next month. Continue reading “W.O.W! Fear as a Choice”
Fairy tales have found a place in nearly every culture. While these timeless tales may differ from culture to culture, all tales share one thing in common: a moral, or a lesson to every story. Yet many stories have more than one lesson to teach. Continue reading “Wearing Glass Slippers”
“Name it and claim it” is something that I’ve heard all my life growing up in the church. Religious jargon such is as this is so overused in the church it’s almost meaningless.
With the start of the school year, the happy buzzing about of the summer has transformed into the drone of routine. Every morning we wake up at the same time, eat the same breakfast–because tell a 6 year old to eat something other than his favorite cereal, I dare you–and head out for school and work. Our evenings have fallen into a pattern as well: dinner, playtime, homework, bath, and bed by 9:00 p.m. While there is certainly nothing wrong with establishing a routine–in fact, I’d argue it’s a MUST for young children, routines can certainly put a damper on things. Continue reading “Hermetical House”