Rolling plains of durum wheat, grown especially for my favorite pasta dish. Or perhaps a field of sweet organic corn stretching as far as the eye can see? My wife loves corn. In another life I would have enjoyed a farmstead or a ranch, I think. I’m rather perplexed...
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.” Matthew 5:4 How much should I share? I don’t want to say too little. I definitely don’t want to share too much.You see, I was quite different back then. You’d barely recognize me. Surrender and meekness was...
As a man who can be rather stoic at times, I just read a soothing story and have to take a long walk with God to digest the magnitude of it. There is a wooded trail ahead that winds off into the distance. I’ll take that one and see where it goes.I like observing...
The slow turning of a ceiling fan. Thin alabaster window shades sway in the breeze of an idle summer’s day. Beyond its gentle sway, I can see our garden blossoming like never before. And beyond that, a vast sea of sprouting corn that extends for miles in many...
Twenty years ago, I met a veteran in Colorado Springs, right after my discharge from the service. Regrettably, I don’t remember his name. He came down out of the Rocky Mountains one day each week to work at the engineering laboratory where I was employed as a new...
