so many faces, maskingso many stories, brimmingwith so much pain– no wonder we all look away when we meet each others eyes.
Loving our neighbor in the midst of Coronavirus.
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 …
{confession}
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 …
The rhythm of their stride.
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 …
{what i’d like to be}
I’d like to be the mattress that you lay against each night,the sunbeams in your window that wake you up each morning,the mug full of coffee that you hold between your hands,the water you shower under, falling over your sturdy frame, the flannel that you love that wraps around you all day long,the seat-belt that …