How can it be that i can see, so much in front of me…? And how can I be unable to reflect so little of what it within? The playground lays before me, children play, yell, run. With smiles and…
How can it be that i can see, so much in front of me…? And how can I be unable to reflect so little of what it within? The playground lays before me, children play, yell, run. With smiles and…
Who we are and why we struggle with love, sexuality, romance, and the hard work of marriage, bonding. The last few points are particularly insightful and maybe troubling. As a pastor, and acquainted with many who have struggled with divorce…
Originally posted on Just Off the Map:
I may not be the sharpest pin in the box, or maybe I was sitting behind the door when the instructions were handed out but, in any case, I seemed to have missed…
In the absence my explanation is I am just too busy. I have yearned to write. I miss it. But it is work and the rough places are truths that stare me down I trust it will come yet I…
The Generous Stallion. Learning the gracious life we enjoy, is deepened as we share it…and risk it for those animals of passion in the wild, and within! thanks Mike. and of course thanks Bill.
It could be any team. But it is the one you love. Why? Geography or player? Still it makes no sense why it calls forth that emotion from within. There must be something else? Have you put your faith in…
What Dusti Saw. A remembrance of a woman of faith, living hope, and inspiring love. How she influenced so many and guided the youth of a church, the young of many churches to know the grace of God living…