I write because I write because I write…

JustWriteI won’t lie – as a songwriter, Writer’s Block has given me a beating a time or two… I’ll find myself holding a guitar, & there’s just NOTHING. What do you do?

My oldest fought with this a few months back at school. His teacher was concerned because he wasn’t finishing stories during writing time. During our face-to-face after school he explained, “I just didn’t have any good ideas.”

So I told him, “Just. Write.”

When you’re facing a blank page, or screen, the best way to put cuffs on Writer’s Block, & escort him from the room is by JUST WRITING. One word follows another – one sentence follows the next. They don’t have to be good [Read more…]

Waging War on our Poison Tongues

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I once had an acquaintance state an observation they’d made about me that seemed out of the ordinary (they could take their pick, I suppose – “ordinary” is NOT something I’m often called). They said, You are almost completely without sarcasm, and that’s refreshing.

Oh how the mighty have fallen. [Read more…]

Call me Blessed

This is GOOD NEWS!  This isn’t a new set of rules to obey, but freedom to be EXPERIENCED.

Not long ago a blog post entitled “The One Thing Christians should stop Saying” went so viral that it was picked up & re-published by the Huffington Post.  In it, Presbyterian missionary Scott Dannemiller states that Christians should stop saying we’re “blessed.”  Read the blog to see his point.

He makes one.  Personally, I’m not sure – even as he’s using the word “blessed” – that I agree with it… I see his heart, but Matthew 5:45 states that God makes “…the rain fall on the just and the unjust“… [Read more…]

Everybody Wins

10257811_10154107731240024_1083842353019193685_nThis Spring was the first year our oldest has played baseball.  I won’t lie, he didn’t even get on plate until the final game of the season.  Once, he ran for the ball but passed through a patch of pricklies on the way.  Having a seat in far left field, he began to pick the tiny cacti from his clothes – the ball sitting in the grass not 5 feet away – as the other team’s players continued around the bases.  You should’ve felt the rage from the stands: “WHAT IS HE DOING?!“… but he wasn’t concerned.  After the game – not oblivious but totally unconcerned with the mishap – he spread encouragement among all of the players, joyfully congratulating the other team, & doting compliments on all of his teammates.  He wasn’t concerned that they’d lost, & honestly I wasn’t too concerned either – he played his best & enjoyed it, & that was a “win” in and of itself.

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THE BIKE…

Out of the mouth of babies and infants you have established strength…” – Psalm 8:2a

It was a normal Tuesday afternoon.  A two year old was sleeping and a 4 year old was doing an art project. I was on the phone sitting in our family room generally facing the direction of our back yard. Sunlight was streaming in through the bay window filtered by the glistening leaves on the towering oak in our back yard. Sometime during the conversation – for no specific reason – Cyle turned around to look out the window.

What she saw baffled her. [Read more…]