Random thoughts on being me

I love writing. I love sitting at the computer trying to find the exact words to make the movie I see in my head come alive on a page.  Sometimes it is tedious, sometimes frustrating, but the end result, when someone reads my stories and tells me they enjoyed them, all the work and worry … Continue reading »

The story of the Prodigal Son has been on my mind this week, but it’s not prodigal himself or his brother, or even the father that’s captured by thoughts.  Nope, I’ve been thinking the bout the Prodigal’s mom.  Sure, I know she doesn’t actually come up in the story Jesus tells, but I’m guessing she’s … Continue reading »

There’s this one picture of my dad. He’s not a handsome man. His ears are too big, his nose is bulbous. He’s got age spots. But. The set of his mouth leaves no doubt he’s just made a ‘smart aleck’ remark, and I can hear echoes of the guffaw that no doubt ensued. (No one … Continue reading »

In my devotions this morning I was reading the story of David and Goliath.  I noticed something, something actually obvious but that I hadn’t paid attention to.  Start with Goliath himself: he’s glorious – tall, broad shouldered wearing a bronze helmet and armor.  He probably has millions of followers on Instagram – he’s a real … Continue reading »

Many times I have hare-brained ideas, I follow through, and they just don’t turn out in reality the way they existed in my mind.  I’m delighted to report, though, that my fairy garden hasn’t fallen into that category. Things I’ve planted there have grown and as the summer progresses, it becomes more lush and inviting.  … Continue reading »

When I was a child, adulthood was defined for me as tall people who went to work (or in the case of my mother, cleaned and cooked and worked at home), did the shopping, and watched the news and weather for half an hour every evening.  Consequently, as an adult, ingrained in my mind is … Continue reading »

There’s a trail up in the snowy range that I call Waterfall Road. Karl and I like to ride our four-wheelers up to the end of the way, then sit for a moment or many, enjoying the view of Medicine Bow peak off in the distance and relishing life at the top, literally. Last week … Continue reading »

For the last ten days we’ve been in the camper, most of the time sitting at the end of a powdery-dirt road in the middle of the forest. Except for rare occasions when we were on the four-wheelers at the top of the mountain and we took a minute to check emails (mostly spam) and … Continue reading »

Let me start by saying that if fairies exist, they do so because our wonderfully artistic God created them.  I know fairies often get a bad rep and are associated with things not Christian, but I am of the wholehearted opinion that if such creatures exist, it would be by God’s grace and imagination. That … Continue reading »