Jesus and Jelly Beans

(I wrote this post two years ago, but felt compelled to re-post for those that missed it first time around. Happy Easter to all!) I did not expect to wake up to the sound of jelly beans hitting the walls and windows. But as I sat up and blinked twice I realized it was...

Coming Home (or It’s Not My Party)

Friday Dawn I lay in the dark and tried to locate my two granddaughters by their breathing. Brooklynn, age five, had a slower, softer and more rhythmic breath. Olive, at three, had a little bear-cub growl on inspiration and I could tell she was right below me on the...

Tender Mercy ( or No Regrets)

It’s November 12th and I’m looking out my window at a winter wonderland. It’s been steadily snowing for an hour and the ground is white, my hanging plants, which are still flowering, are frosted. Back in the garden I can imagine my little baby radishes trembling under...

Meeting Bo

I’m still not sure why Bo and I met. I’ve learned to not question God, or at least not to require an explanation. Sometimes answers, or the way we see it, can ruin the beautiful mystery of heaven touching earth. But before I had a chance to meet Bo, my car had to meet...

A Picture Story

The loose stack of pictures slid from my Bible as I opened it and cascaded towards the floor, fanning out in an array of color. I quickly grabbed at them before they slid out of reach, careful to not bend them. I laughed to myself because this has happened before,...