Love Unrequited

This poem is one that turned into something quite different from what I set out to write.  It was written June 11, 2015.  It is a story about a journey through life of a little girl who seeks what we all seek:  Love returned to us.  I like it and I pray that someone...

NOW How Are You Gonna Act?

In my last article, I discussed Jesus teaching concerning what is needed for Him to make our joy complete.  This was taken from his last teachings to the disciples just before his arrest.  In this article, we will continue in this study from John 15.  Let’s dig...

What’s love got to do with it?

As I think about the decision that came down from the SCOTUS yesterday, I have really mixed emotions.  I don’t know if any of what I have to say will surprise you or not, but I would ask that before you read this article, that you understand that I am not...

Destruction and Restoration

I wrote this poem on August 17, 2014.  I was in a lot of pain at the time.  This was a very dark period in my life and I really struggled to find God.  God isn’t in the business of destroying our lives, rather he desires to ease the burdens of life.  I was...
Happy 50th Anniversary, Mom and Dad!

Happy 50th Anniversary, Mom and Dad!

On April 5, 2015, my Mom and Dad celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary.  Some of you know that I love to write poetry (if you read much of this blog, you KNOW that I do).  I wrote this poem in honor of Mom and Dad for this awesome accomplishment.   I am very proud...

HE IS ALIVE!

This Easter season, I wanted to spend a little time talking about the best part of the story. This is a season of rejoicing for us as Christians, because what we celebrate at this time is the most important event in history. Our focus during this season is on the...

My Mother…

This is a poem written back in the late 90s for my Mom as a gift on Mother’s Day.  I can think of no greater calling that that of being a Mother.  Mom, I love you more than I can ever express and I know that you love me, too.  In spite of my warts, you are my...

It could be worse? Really?

Have you ever heard these words?  Why is it that we sometimes feel the need to “comfort” each other with a sentiment like, “It could be worse!”   I don’t know about you, but I find very little comfort in knowing that my perceived disaster...