Burn What You’re Given.

Daily writing promptDo you need time?View all responses Do I Need Time? Only long enough to love what’s before me. I. The Stone That Laughs A century-old wink for the living. There’s a cemetery near our house where the stones tilt as if listening.Most are polished rectangles that do their quiet work—names, dates, a verse... Continue Reading →

The Art of Being Unfinished

Daily writing promptWhat historical event fascinates you the most?View all responses What Does It Mean to Be a Kid at Heart? (Chaos, Color, Calm, Calling) Maybe it begins in what we call chaos.We only call it that because we do not yet see the order.The brush does not ask for permission; it just moves. Chaos... Continue Reading →

Fences, Neighbors, and the Space Between

Daily writing promptWhat makes a good neighbor?View all responses What makes a good neighbor when the world has no borders left? Jesus was asked, “Who is my neighbor?”He answered with a story that crossed every line — a Samaritan binding wounds while the religious walked by.Neighborliness, it seems, is not about location. It is about... Continue Reading →

The Soil That Saves Us

Daily writing promptWhat's something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail.View all responses On Failure, Faith, and the God Who Gardens Our Losses The question sounds so clean, so full of promise:What would you attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail? It rolls off the tongue like courage, like freedom.But turn... Continue Reading →

The Hinges We Almost Miss

What details of your life could you pay more attention to? Three moments, caught before they slipped away — reminders that love and wonder often whisper, not shout.Life moves like weather — quick, familiar, and somehow always surprising.Most days we stand in its wind, meaning to notice, but not quite seeing.Then a photograph, a sound,... Continue Reading →

When the Squeeze Comes

Daily writing promptWhat would you do if you lost all your possessions?View all responses On Losing Grip, Finding What’s Left, and the Mess That Spills Out Once, not so long ago, I was poor enough that homelessness felt like it was pacing my porch. Creditors pounded as if they owned the hinges. Payday loans—devil’s candy—offered... Continue Reading →

Out of Place, Everywhere But Here

Daily writing promptTell us about a time when you felt out of place.View all responses On meat, potatoes, and the voices that keep me moving toward the river The Fork at the Table The scholarship dinner was a stage dressed as a meal. White linen stretched taut. Polished forks winked in the lights. My sister... Continue Reading →

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