A poem about hope.
"Moses!" It is my daughter's favorite faux cuss word, a word when life surprises her (and maybe not in a good way.) When her brother knocks a glass of milk into her lap. Moses! When she bumps into a forgotten deadline. Moses! When we wake up to a snow hurricane--um, thank you, Denver, but we'll... Continue Reading →
Friends, I have been struggling a bit with writer’s block this past month. Not because I have nothing to say, or no thoughts to process, but because I am trying to process so very much. Our family has just embarked on a huge transition vocationally, leaping by faith into a new adventure. We are excited,... Continue Reading →
My home state is bracing for it today. Home Depot’s out of generators, and Harris Teeter’s shelves of bread are looking bare. All of the inland hotels are booked up, and flights west are full. There is a hurricane on the way, and not a little one. The summer I was 12, Hurricane Charley visited... Continue Reading →
There is a place in Acadia National Park, in Maine, where you can see the ocean’s strength displayed, see the forces that batter and smash. It is called Thunder Hole, and is so dramatic that visitors to the park flock dutifully to stand a moment and watch. Dark water, surging into a hidden cave, collides... Continue Reading →