Lonely At Christmas
It began as a desperate act of self-preservation. In December of 2007 I’d been living in Lubbock for several months after 14 years in the Phoenix valley. I was a…
Tipping Point
Most Sunday evenings you’ll find me somewhere having coffee with friends, doing my best to finish out the weekend while staving off the coming work week. On this night my…
Cake For Breakfast
My friend Heather posted this status on her Facebook page: “This morning the little kids came upstairs (very early) with cake and frosting on their faces. They said, “God told…
Adding To The Tank
My great uncle, L.D. Thompson, farmed with my Dad and my Grandfather in Iowa. L.D. was a kind and generous man, always helping his friends and neighbors. He also enjoyed…
Home Or Away?
In late summer before my junior year of high school in 1979 our small town in Iowa was on the receiving end of some torrential rains. So much that it…
The Wiser Ones
We notice him as we walk into Whataburger. A frail, slightly stooped elderly man helping his equally frail wife get out of a big white Mercury Marquis. While she balances…
The Danger Of Seeing Yourself As The Good Guy
In literature, he or she is referred to as the “protagonist”. The leading character, hero, or heroine of the drama. These are the good guys. The good girls. The characters…
When Your Burden Becomes An Idol
The following is a confession. I’ve apologized and asked forgiveness of the offended Party. Now it’s time for that “confess your sin to one another” part of the process. In…
Big Ice
Do you ever wonder if your kids are listening? Do you ever wonder if they take to heart anything that you tell them? Do they ever connect the dots in…
Tapped Out Of Dreams
I can’t remember what it was about. I can’t remember who was in it. All I remember is that it was a happy place. Relaxing. Peaceful. Serene. Everything good dreams…