A Beautiful Dead End

A Beautiful Dead End

It was a Sunday morning, and I was not at church. With sickness lingering around, I decided to stay home. I’d leisurely gotten up and read more of “Becoming Elisabeth Elliot” until the sermon from my church began streaming. Then, given the beautiful Florida “winter...
I AM

I AM

I looked around, feeling the darkness pressing in — not just in the world but also in my mind and my heart.     Why does the pain of this life have to be so crippling? I get up, only to be knocked down again. I no longer feel as though I’m running, but I’m limping.   ...
At the Breaking of Dawn

At the Breaking of Dawn

After a long, arduous trek that left her battered, bruised, and nearly crushed, she arrived at a spacious place. She basked in the sunshine and smelled the wildflowers. She breathed in the mountain air and twirled as she danced in the beauty around her. She frolicked...

A Father’s Voice

“Are you trying to air condition the whole neighborhood?” “You are a better door than a window.” “With daughters like you, who needs enemies.” These are just some of the sayings my dad would tell me as a kid. Like most dads, he was notorious for overemphasizing the...
It Starts at the End

It Starts at the End

I have been editing and rewriting my third book this past week. I came across a scene I’d written, and the significance struck me.  A young man has to walk into a hospital morgue to identify family members. I hate this scene. However, to write a book on redemption,...