I’ve been staring at this screen for what seems like hours, trying to find the words to begin this post. The emptiness of the screen mirrors the emptiness in my heart. Or is it fullness? A heart full of grief, of frustration, of heaviness… This past week has been just that. Heavy. Last Tuesday my …
so many faces, maskingso many stories, brimmingwith so much pain– no wonder we all look away when we meet each others eyes.
Yesterday afternoon, Kootenai County, where a majority of my extended family and friends live, mandated masks in public areas to prevent the spread of COVID-19. Immediately, there was opposition and anger and outrage. While I understand both sides of the mask dilemma, I am not here to politicize wearing one, as so many others have …
they tell me to turn my eyes upon Jesus,but his is a face I cannot see.What color are your eyes, Lord?Do you like to smile, or do the burdens of this worldmake you weep?Do you have scars on your face, or just on your hands?Do you look like your Mother Mary?Do your features expose your …
About a month ago, I started reading a biography about the Wright Brothers. If you’ve talked to me at all since then, you’ve probably heard me mention it. The story of these incredible men is so much more than just airplanes and engines however. Its a story of two brothers who set out to do …