"Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it." — Proverbs 4:23"Be transformed by the renewing of your mind…" — Romans 12:2"As a pebble is dropped into a still pond, so do our choices ripple outward." — Someone like me Daily writing promptHow do you practice self-care?View all responses When the... Continue Reading →
The Day I Reached for Water and Touched Heaven
Daily writing promptHow important is spirituality in your life?View all responses When Thirst Is the Way Back Home How important is spirituality in my life?It’s not a podcast I play when I need to feel inspired.Not a Sunday box to check.Not a tool I keep on the shelf, waiting for things to fall apart. It’s... Continue Reading →
The Boy Who Painted a Lie: A Tale of Dragons and Compost
Daily writing promptWhat’s the one luxury you can’t live without?View all responses Where final exams are marked in chalk and truth lingers in the silence after the bell. An Art Room Parable of Grades, Truth, and the Scent of Soil There was once a boy named Jaleel who swore he always did his work.He said... Continue Reading →
Fleet Farm Shoes and the Fool Who Found Freedom
Daily writing promptIf humans had taglines, what would yours be?View all responses Tag-line on a T-Shirt Plymouth, 1977, and a Porch Where Truth Took Root Basketball ruled our little corner of Plymouth. Coach Frank Schade had us dreaming we could slam-dunk our way to glory if we boxed out hard enough. Tim Halstead didn’t need... Continue Reading →
The Swing I Never Sat In (And the Fear That Still Knows My Name)
Daily writing promptWhat fears have you overcome and how?View all responses An Empty Seat, a Full Heart, and a Second Chance to Listen The chair waited—still, empty, listening for the voice that never came. Some fears come loud, like a slammed door or a marching band you didn’t invite.Others just show up with their own... Continue Reading →
Three Times I Said the Name
A story to remind myself. This is a true account from a summer morning in 1983 or maybe ’84, told first as it happened, then as a mystic might sing it. It’s not here to argue or persuade. It’s here to mark a moment when the unseen pressed close, and a name carried me through.... Continue Reading →
The Day the Mud Swallowed My Sisters (And I Learned to See)
Feel the thaw. Sense the trap. It starts with a thaw—a late-winter lie that crusts the snow and turns the ground to soup. Have you ever watched someone you love step into a moment that looked safe—only to sink? In our country home, a comma between cornfield and farm, the sledding hill called. Long. Steep.... Continue Reading →
The Day I Tried to Stop the Wind: What Winter Taught Me. . .
About Power, Presence, and Paying Attention How do you feel about cold weather? Come closer. Snow-wrapped trees, still and listening. Feel the sting of a winter that doesn’t ask permission. In Mapleton, cold wasn’t just weather—it was a presence. A character. A kind of teacher.It piled snow into drifts taller than a boy and dared... Continue Reading →
Legacy in the Quiet Things
Daily writing promptWhat is the legacy you want to leave behind?View all responses I used to think legacy meant a plaque. You know—a shiny nameplate, maybe a hallway photo where I don't look like I just sneezed. Something official. Something framed. But after 40 years of parenting, teaching, loving, failing, forgiving, and scribbling in the... Continue Reading →
The Scar Is the Seed: My Career Plan (and the Fruit I Cannot Eat)
What is your career plan? Turning wounds into wisdom, and work into worship. We carry more than stories—we carry what was planted in pain, grown in silence, and offered in love. I’ve lived more years than I likely have left.That’s not gloomy. It’s clarifying. This isn’t a midlife crisis. It’s a mid-faith anchoring. I’m not... Continue Reading →