On my morning walk, I noticed a mom holding the hands of her two early elementary age children, on the other side of the busy brick street. When traffic cleared, she let go and they ran across, jostling oversized backpacks. On their way to school, I assumed, the children trudged in front of me up …
Category Archives: Holy Spirit
Wide Open
Wide open. That's how my grandboy holds his mouth when he's ready for the next bite of oatmeal. He couldn't stretch his lips any farther. He's a focused eater. He may stop a second to point at a bird that lands on the windowsill, or point to his sippy cup for a drink, but he …
The Canopy Awaits
As the funeral procession turned the corner, across the early spring field, I saw the blue canopy. Drawing nearer the little cemetery among the farms, I though about my own journey to that waiting canopy. When God calls me home, will I have done all his will? I particularly thought about how I’d feel if …