I have never been the type to wade gently into the water looking all graceful and dignified. I am more the run-jump-hold-your-nose-plunge-splash kind of girl.I always thought the others looked pretty, but knew they could not possibly be having nearly as much fun as I was.After all, while they were standing ankle deep in tepid…

I recently had the wonderful opportunity (though it did not seem wonderful in the least) to grow in sympathy by experiencing the deep pain of a very personal rejection. Very personal, though not my own. I think I could have handled it with so much more detachment if it had been mine alone.  For (sarcasm)…

Last night I dreamed I could hear the sound of water breaking against a very close shoreline. It sounded like there was an ocean just outside my door. A night-ocean. The sound drew me; drew me on a very deep level.I moved across the room and to the door and stepped out onto a balcony.…

I think I must be tired. I’m not sure. If I could sit down for a few minutes and actually think, I might be able to figure it out.Lately it seems as if the moment I sit down the phone rings or the door bell dings.This causes me to entertain the thought that my phone…

I grew up in a small town in east Tennessee. The beautiful rolling hills lay just outside the dusty curtains that hang haphazardly above my bedroom window. In the mornings, I was awakened by the sound of birds singing, the mournful moan of our red-bone hound dog, Bum, and the sound of my mother bangin’…

I was thinking today about the now famous poem, Footprints in the Sand.  You know the one.  It tells the story of a person looking back on his life and seeing two perfect sets of footprints side by side in the sand, only to find that during the most difficult parts of his journey, one…

Many have asked me about the origin of the song Beautiful You Are. Some of you know it was birthed from a dream. So, I thought I would share it with you, offering only the charge to weigh everything in your own spirit, for that is what we are called to do with Spirit matters……

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven… a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them… Ecclesiastes 3 There is something to be said of turning stones. When I was a little girl living on a dusty old road called Walls Hollow, one of my most…

God always answers, one way or another,even when people don’t recognize His presence. (Job 33:11-13) What do you do when you simply cannot find the words to tell Him how much you love Him?How do you sing a song to Him that only your heart knows?How do you lay out before Him, your soul open…

I stood by the window and looked out over the field in front of my mother’s house.  Acres of garden now spent and dried, lay stretched before me.  The Blallock’s old farmhouse stood on the hill across the dirt road, a stark white contrast to the deepening shadows of the day.In between the two aged…