Forgiven and Walking

I heard it somewhere, sometime ago— a statement about God’s love and judgment… and that when talking of God’s love, to make sure to mention judgment, too. But, it isn’t necessarily that a person is ignoring all other parts of God’s...

Tender

chords float in the wind fill my soul the notes drown empty spaces soak like nothing else a dry, withering, empty, cracked ground needs water, a replenishing, a pouring to sprout shoots, seedlings, full with the promise of fruit, replete with the hope and desire of a...

Smaller than a Millimeter

Yesterday I sat beside him with a ruler and showed him how small a millimeter is, and how many of them it takes to make a centimeter, and I thought about how quickly the numbers get big when the distance is so small, that 10 centimeters equals 100 millimeters…...

Story of an Illness and #592-#612

He woke up with a high fever. He became ill quickly. He had no appetite. He threw up a couple of times. And when he complained of dizziness and severe chest pain when breathing, I knew something was wrong. It was Saturday, just over a week ago, Jan. 14, when he woke...

Observations by an Oreo Cookie

In India, this is the view from the front of the house I was staying in– near a large city called Vijayawada, near the coast of the Bay of Bengal: Back in the midwest, the view is a plain snowy landscape; roads, lawns, roofs are covered in white dust. It looks...

A Spacious Place in a Crowded Space

Twice in the past few days I came across this verse about the Lord setting “my feet in a spacious place”. For several reasons this verse is relevant to me right now. First, I’ve heard a number of different conversations in this country I’m visiting (India), and there...

Driving in India

Driving in India isn’t for the faint-hearted. I will explain. Imagine a 3 lane road. There should be 3 lanes of traffic, right? Each vehicle in single file, right? Not in India. If there is a 3 lane road, you might really see 5 or 6 lanes of traffic....

Journal from India

I’m experiencing it– a phenomenon that writers sometimes have. Writer’s block. Maybe it’s the change of place. Or maybe it’s still the jetlag–it’s almost a 12 hour time difference between home and here. I am, after all, over...

Far from home

I am thousands of miles away from home. 25 hours of traveling bring me to a region replete with coconut trees, banana trees, crows cawing and sunny skies– to a land in south Asia. My mind is spinning and still processing the change in scenery and place. Women in...