Father, Can I Sit on the Cloud and Talk with You?

The live masterpiece over my head grabbed my eyes. This wasn't a small portrait, this was big. This was the Texan sky in motion, arranging the clouds, the stars—painted by the moon. The lower gulf clouds whisked onwards as if they were ordered to march to the horizon. Above the fleeting wisps hung a massive … Continue reading Father, Can I Sit on the Cloud and Talk with You?

Have Patience, My Daughter

I crave the moments when I hear God speaking to me. When the times arrive, they come on a whisper. Unexpected. The message greets me not in my perception of when and how. Only in His time and place. His only. As if He has tapped me on the shoulder. "I am here. Listen." Yet, … Continue reading Have Patience, My Daughter

He Walks with Me, He Talks with Me

I have had something on my mind. I find myself wanting to take a piece of what I believe and give it to someone who does not believe, so they will know. It pulls and tugs at me. Of course, it isn't that easy. We cannot take it out and hand it over. We can … Continue reading He Walks with Me, He Talks with Me

What is that Species?

I am pushing 60. Long past are my high school leaf collecting days. I found myself staring at a neighbor's tree, wondering, "What species of tree is that?" My next thought, "Why do I think about this to begin with?" As the breeze picked up, the wilted-looking leaves (it has been hot, and of course … Continue reading What is that Species?

Lessons From the Birds

They are a pair. They perch on the rooftop in blistering 103° Central Texas heat in a display of love, oblivious to their environment, which is often a jungle of noise (a plane, a car or truck whizzes by), strong breeze, and a neighborhood that man built. The sun comes up, the sun goes down. … Continue reading Lessons From the Birds

Summer Memories

The sound of a distant train bellowing it’s horn as it comes near a crossing. Once, then twice. The sound of cicadas busily making their calls. The hot days of summer. Precious.

Reinvention: Coming Full Circle

When the mindset chains broke, I realized that I was able to design what I wanted to say on paper once again. I had the freedom to express myself. I had the freedom to help change lives, and I was being paid to do it! That is when it all began to return, full circle!