Forgiveness

The process of coming to terms with our brokenness often includes discovery of wounds we have received at the hands of others. It is common to discover these wounds came during our childhood years; often came from someone in the family; and very often came from our fathers.

The Grass is Always Greener

What is it about that grass on the other side of the fence that makes it so much greener? Really, no matter what we have, we are always convinced it isn’t good enough, new enough, exciting enough, …and we look over that fence and it always looks better than what we have.

Check Engine Light

My dad used to call the warning lights on his dashboard “idiot lights”. The term came from a belief that drivers were becoming less and less capable of reading gauges and therefore needed a light to warn them of an ensuing problem.

No Quick Fix

The road that I drive on every single day, has become an absolute mess. There are so many potholes, cracks, and rough spots, that it is like driving down a two-track. If you live in MI, or any other state that has severe winter temperatures, you know that the roads definitely take a beating from the freeze/thaw cycles.

Spiritual Training

A Navy Seal Team is preparing to enter a compound to rescue a CIA operative who has been captured and is being tortured in an effort to extract sensitive information. The team was dropped off and have hoofed it a few miles to the perimeter of the compound.

Hawks

As a young boy growing up in the country, I would stare at the Red-Tailed Hawks that would soar over our house. I loved the way they would ride the thermals, and the way they would screech as they scanned the field next to our house for a meal.

Sticks and Stones

We have all heard it, and probably even said it in our lifetime…”sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me” Yeah, that is a load of crap and we all know it. As I think back on my childhood there are a few names that I was called that shaped me.

Joy to the World

Well, I don’t know about you, but I don’t see a peaceful world and joy doesn’t seem to be all that abundant these days either. I didn’t hear too much dialogue about peace and joy during the frantic run-up to Christmas either. I had to dig for it. Fight for it. Pushing against the gobbling, insistent, constant pressure to buy something, I had to step aside.