For when your words get stuck

I want to speak but my words get stuck, caught in my throat and I can’t get out the words. I want to ask so – how is your spiritual life? What about Jesus? I want to know, to speak, to share what Jesus means to me, how much life I have been given and am receiving, and...

In Yellow Summer

In Yellow Summer Lilies reach skyward Yellow cranes, learning to fly Like growing children *** In summer, they frolic and laugh under the trees. The sunny yellow lilies sway tall; young souls are like the lilies, blooming in early summer’s youth, gentle and...

Our Times Around the Sun

My son is fond of saying, “Mom, I’ve been around the sun ten times.” And last year, he had traveled “nine times”.  Yes, he has. I hadn’t thought of it quite that way until he had spoken it. I’m not sure how many more times...

Bareback Riding

Running free. I pulled in the muddy driveway and stopped at the edge of the grass. The children tumbled out, racing toward the knotty wire fence, gazing at the horses. A sleepy cat stirred from the corner of the house. Summer heat bore through my jeans. He sauntered...