There I was, eleven years old, out in the garage hiding. I waited until I knew I would not be discovered and went to the freezer that was kept out there and found what I was looking for. The little chocolate donuts, six to a wrapper. I found a package, opened it right there and gobbled down the frozen treats… Read More

I was nine years old when we lived in Denver. The reason I know this is because it was the year that the Dallas Cowboys played the Denver Broncos in Super Bowl XII. I also know this because I would turn 10 years old later that year while living in Mexico. There was a fever pitch in Denver leading up… Read More

It was difficult for me to call God “Father” for the longest time. It took me years to get there. Decades, even. I distinctly remember the first time I heard someone do that as they prayed out loud. They said, “Father, …” and then started saying the rest of their prayer. I was about 14 years old. It felt very… Read More

October 24, 2013. The alarm bells went off in my head again today. When that happens it gets very loud and the flashing emergency lights make it hard to see or think clearly. This time it was about an old, beat up trash can. I’ve had this trash can for about 17 years and it has served me well. There… Read More

It’s official. My eyes are bigger than my stomach… Almost.Every.Time. Just yesterday, even though I served myself less food than I thought I would need (meaning less food than I wanted), I still served myself more food than my body needed for breakfast. There I am spooning food into my mouth, and I get a gentle message from my belly… Read More

More healing for my once-fatherless heart happened in the car on my way home today. Bob Hamp writes in Think Differently, Live Differently, “…the story is about the Fathering heart of God restoring the hearts of His sons and daughters. Without doing a thing, becoming who you are can change those around you and will ultimately be a part of God… Read More