When Little Things Matter

Hey, thanks for stopping to read this. I’ve been a little sporadic lately, the posts haven’t been going up twice a month as I had promised. And for that, I apologize. Like millions of other people, I did my level best to be bullet-proof. But I’m not. It really hit me after graduation. It’s like…

The Truth about Faith

I have a little surprise for all of you. This week the post is from a bright young man in our congregation, Yuri Weisberger. When I heard this message, I had to share it with all of you. If you like it, be sure to comment so we can encourage his writing gift. What is…

The Pear Tree

When my daughter was young, we lived on a small quiet farm that was nothing more that a house and some overfull storage barns on about seventy acres of land. The tiny white house stood back from a busy highway the length of a football field. After moving in, I noticed an apple tree at…

When You Sing

As a gift, I received from my daughter a little book called, What I Love About Mom.  The book sets up a sentence and she filled in the blanks. I had a good chuckle over a few of them. If you were a scent, you’d be Warm OceanBreeze. But one of her responses took my breath…

End Wilderness Wandering

Have you been wandering around in circles trying to figure out your next move? How great would it be for someone to lead you straight to the place you need to be? Last week kicked off with Passover followed by Feast of Matzo. This was a daily reminder of how Moshe led the Israelites to…

The Road Not Taken

I was very young the first time I heard the poem The Road Not Taken. At the time “a yellow wood” had little meaning, except in the context of fall. Mrs. Carpenter read the poem full of thoughtful meaning to a class of wriggly 6th graders who were more concerned about lunch or recess or…

Can You Teach an Old Dog New Tricks?

I’m sitting on the couch with my then-boyfriend on New Year’s Eve. We are with his mother a petite and loving woman who I respect and trust. Someone mentions my eighteenth birthday which is about a week away and right then, I get smacked with a realization: I have no life plan. People considered me…

Dreams Like Strings of Lights

What are you dreaming of? It has long been my goal to work for myself. In my early years, I’d been trained that a person got up before the sun, went to work for eight or nine hours and came home beat. For this, you got a paycheck at the end of the week, or two,…

Dream House

I share a lot about having a dream. They’re mighty powerful motivators. They can help you get through a tough job. Dreaming about how you’ll use your degree helps you get through four years of college. My dad was a dreamer. He wanted to build a house and live in the country. He had a…