Poetry:
Tiqvah, hope, God, nature.

Poetry:
Tiqvah, hope, God, nature.
“Mama, I thought you were leaving!” Maggie looked up from her short stack of wooden blocks where she crouched, smiling,… Read more No tissues
I have never cared about holiness. When I read Scripture, sang songs, or heard conversations about God’s holiness, I felt… Read more But I . . .
Reflection on the year’s blessings and most important moments
The minute I start thinking about how much work I’m getting done, whether I’m accomplishing enough in my business, if… Read more Seeing love
In early December, it grew bitterly cold in Arkansas. I stoked the wood stove full day in and day out,… Read more Word of the year 2017
If I had a dollar for every cynical, ungrateful, and whiny social media post I’ve seen about 2016, I’d be covered in… Read more 2016 gift list
I am sick. I am plagued by a disease which alters the way I view the world—the disease of perception.… Read more Real miracles
I entered The Pinto, a trendy vintage coffee shop/eatery in downtown Batesville, and ordered my favorite caffeinated beverage—café breve—while waiting to… Read more The question
Maggie will turn four in November. I watched her sleeping tonight (since I couldn’t seem to fall asleep myself). She… Read more Doing