Beyond the Screen: How a Simple Morning Routine Restores Our Focus on What Matters
Some mornings do not arrive with a bang but with a whisper. When you are quiet long enough, you can hear it. I tend to call it silence, but that isn’t the truth. The world isn’t silent. I am sitting at the kitchen table waiting for my coffee to finish…
What Did Inspiration Feel Like? Exploring the Human Side of Scripture
I wonder what it felt like. Not what inspiration means. We can study that. We can read the passages, trace the doctrine, argue over words and meanings. I mean what did it feel like to be there? To sit with a piece of parchment in front of you, ink…
The Weight of Distance: How Memories Bridge Time, Loss, and Family Legacy
Distance is a fascinating word. We usually think of it in miles. How far from here to there. How many hours on the road. How many feet across a room. But distance can also be measured in years. It can be fifty years ago. A hundred. A thousand. It can…
Why We Climb the Wrong Mountains (And How to Fix It)
This morning started with a list. Security cameras needed to go up. The locks in the garage needed to be changed. The filters on the washing machine needed attention again. Boxes from the move were still sitting around waiting to become part of the house…
Living with AFib: Surviving Arrhythmia, Pharmacy Apps, and Cardioversion
“When the Heart Throws a Party,” “Call the Electrician,” Momma said there’d be days like this, that’s what Momma said. Now we’re off to the races. Once a song enters my head, something is usually kicking around behind it. Looks like today we’re back to…
Nadia’s Theme and the Mandela Effect: Why Our Memories Play Tricks on Us
I remember Nadia Comăneci. More specifically, I remember the music. That soft piano theme begins, and somewhere in my mind Nadia is suddenly back on the television. Montreal. 1976. Gymnastics. Perfect scores. Depending on your age, you may first…
From Tents to Neighbors: Why “What Do You Need?” Changes Everything
Camping has changed. We used to call it camping when we threw a questionable tent in the back of the car, grabbed a cast-iron skillet, packed some hot dogs, Cheetos, tea, soda, maybe a few potatoes, and hoped somebody actually caught a fish. Usually…
Are Your Thoughts Really Random? The Hidden Patterns of the Mind
Every day appears, at first, to bring new thoughts, and I complain that everything is so random. Random. What does that word even mean? Random: lacking a definite plan, purpose, or pattern. Well, yeah. By that definition my thoughts certainly look…
The Gift of Time: Why Right Now Matters More Than Tomorrow
Who knows what tomorrow brings? Well, that is an interesting way to start. Just one sentence, yet it does two things. It brings back thoughts of a song, and it asks a question: What was left undone that needs my attention? Nope. I have no idea what that…
Love At Its Hardest
We have made love too pretty. A heart. A rainbow. A little winged child with a bow who really should have had better supervision. We turned love into decoration. But love is not decoration. Love is work. Love is sacrifice. Love is protection. Imagine the…
