I want to be a stripper. 

No, not in the sense you’re thinking. Although on occasion I’ve threatened to go “dance for Jesus” at the nearby Deja Vu–AKA “Girls, Girls, Girls.” I figure folks would pay good money to see a 60-year-old chick strut her stuff. Might even bring out the news cameras . . . → Read More: I Want to be a Stripper!

The people of Israel were camped in the wilderness of Paran.  And God told Moses to send out 12 leaders, one from each tribe, to check out the land of Canaan.  They returned 40 days later bearing monster grapes on a pole between two men and lugging figs and pomegranates.

Yes, the land is awesome.  It flows . . . → Read More: Facing Your Fears

When tragedy strikes, how can you stand?  What can you trust in the midst of suffering?  When you are afraid, how do you keep from hyperventilating into the nearest paper bag?  When hope hides, how do you find it?

When you totter on the cliff of despair, you can maintain your footing if you drive your stake . . . → Read More: 5 Ways to Survive Suffering

My baby was born 21 years ago today.

I was not there.  I did not see him take his first breath.  I did not cuddle him to my breast or stroke his hand or count his fingers or kiss his forehead that day.  I did not hear him cry, watch his eyes struggle to see the light . . . → Read More: Sometimes God Shouts!

I dreamed last night that a man had parked his pickup truck in our backyard, facing the house so he could watch me.  I had a sense it was someone from high school, but I didn’t recognize him.  My husband and I were both uncomfortable, but we accepted his presence.

At some point, though, I was alone . . . → Read More: Dreams and Baggage

I’m not ready for this.

I want to cling to summer just a while longer.  I didn’t rock or swing on the porch enough.  I didn’t swim enough or bury my toes in the sand enough.  I didn’t walk or bike enough.  I didn’t smell enough flowers or watch enough fireflies.  I’m not even sure I ate . . . → Read More: Change – Ready or Not

Gracee slept here last night.  She called me a little before 5 a.m. to investigate a shadow in her room.  She saw “a face.”  And yes, her bathrobe crumpled at the foot of her bed indeed cast a face-like shadow on her wall.

Fear is accentuated in shadows.

I couldn’t go back to sleep.  So I pulled a . . . → Read More: Reflections on 9-11 – Heroes

This issue grabs at my heart.  I have no words.

Can you find $9 today to help Born to Fly International help stop child sex trafficking?

“Anyone who sets himself up as “religious” by talking a good game is self-deceived. This kind of religion is hot air and only hot air. Real religion, the kind that passes muster . . . → Read More: Help Fight Child Trafficking