For When Your Spirits are Dampened — or even Soaked

I have been chewing on these words for days. Feasting on their richness. Because we all know the feeling of cold water splashed on our souls. Even at Christmas. Sometimes, it’s from the inevitable storms of life. Sometimes, our spirits are soaked in tears. Or sweat. Sometimes the rain is…

Fountains of Hope

Where do you go to be filled? All My Fountains, by Chris Tomlin (video link below) This dry and desert land I tell myself, “Keep walking on” Hear something up ahead Water falling like a song An everlasting stream Your river carries me home Let it flow, let it flow…

Bringing Hope Home

It was another face on the website that brought us to this particular shelter on this particular day. But we were not the only ones who fell for the Buckwheat Lab, so he was spoken for before we arrived. As we moved past the other kennels, it became the combined…

My 40th December & 1st Advent

My memory of Christmas morningsĀ begin with sitting on the stairs as Dad finishes making coffee and turns on the tree lights. Mom heats the oven for special cinnamon rolls. My sister and I sit side by side in our pajamas. Wiggling. Uncertain of the exact details waiting around the corner…