Saturday was dark.  One might say, the darkest of hours.  Utter emptiness. As a friend of mine likes to say, let’s “step into the sandals” of the disciples once again.  Go back with me to the day after the crucifixion.  Remember, “Good Friday.” Can you even imagine?   I’m not sure about you, but I … Continue reading Empty.

Bad Friday.

When I was 5 years old and getting ready to enter kindergarten, there was so much excitement. A new school meant many other “new” things would come with it.  New clothes to wear, new supplies to break in and new friends to be made. All seemed right in this “new” phase of life. What I … Continue reading Bad Friday.


Just start typing. The fear of failure is real. As I step out into the unknown, to be quite honest, I feel paralyzed. Moving about my typical day, cleaning, gardening, working, I find myself in constant conversation with the Lord, and the clarity in my head is like looking into the clearest tropical waters. “This … Continue reading Begin.