no time to grab a camera
There’s this clunky urge in me to always take a picture. To try to capture a moment so that I can remember the smells and the moods and the words and the looks tied to it. I’ve done it before in all...
View Articlepain is no measure
I believe in a blessing I don’t understand I’ve seen rain fall on wicked and the just Rain is no measure of his faithfulness He withholds no good thing from us No good thing from us, no good thing...
View Articlepain is no measure of his faithfulness
Reflecting one year later on a great deal of change and uncertainty, loss and newness, anger and sadness, knowing and knowing nothing, I’m reminded by a friend tonight of the words below. On the eve...
View Articlea promise to wait
there is a love that never fails there is a healing that always prevails there is a hope that whispers a vow a promise to wait while we’re working it out so come with your love and wash over us make...
View Articleit begins with a baby God
I remember well sitting on the long and curved wooden benches that creak with every move at the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville several years ago. I was frantically scribbling lyrics of a song, the...
View Article
More Pages to Explore .....