Rising
Maddie walked into my kitchen, after work, stopping by to pick up some mail, and said, "Mom, I did something today." "Don't you do something everyday?" I replied with a winking smile. "Not like this." she answered. "I rescued a horse." My daughter's heart. That child has been rescuing things since she was tiny, but now, in adulthood, I've watched miraculous things happen through her hands and her trust in the One who brings healing through them. Covey, our big grey, suffered what should've been a fatal injury right before her eyes, and because of her fast action, and consistent care, he's healthy, beautiful, and one of our best horses today. She's cared for her friend's big-money...
Parched
I'll tell you what, ladies and gentleman. I'm going through a dry spell. Words are few and far between. Thoughts are scattered and jumbled. And because we've been spending a lot of time in the house, focusing on us, and business, and future pursuits, I've been spending less time on God and in the Word. As I sit here, screen before me, it hits me as it has so many times in the past: When you don't allow Him to pour in, you have nothing to pour out. Like a sponge left out on the kitchen counter, I've become dry. Maybe you're a little dry, too? There's a remedy for both of us. A good soaking is the sure cure when you're feeling a little parched. Yeah, there's nothing like a long pull...
Every Remembrance
Two years and six days ago, I wrote this: I said goodbye to my friend last night. What a gallant fight she's fought. The last ravages of her disease are quietly laying claim to her tired body, and she's now only about the business of relationship. I was fully in the moment, quietly observing the dynamic of the room full of women I love, these women who have walked a long road of years together. Our care for her, for each other, as we let this particular beat of our heart go on, was breathtaking. When I pulled up to the house, I was astonished when John Mayer's "Say What You Need to Say" came on the radio. I sat there for a moment, listening, knowing that we indeed would say those...
The Post About Multiple Topics
As you can tell, I wasn't sure what to call this post. I mean, it could've been: Kevin and Melinda: A Love Story Playing Hookey Dinner Lunch and a Movie American Sniper: Portrait of a Patriot That January Afternoon When it was 73 Degrees Just Two Texans Kickin' it Up at the Fort Worth Stock Show See what I mean? It was glorious outside yesterday. GLORIOUS. But really? It could've been 17, and overcast, and it still would've been fun. It's important to just leave stuff behind and get out every once in a while, I think. I was looking forward to seeing American Sniper, even before it was nominated for Best Picture. You know how I feel about our military, and having a cousin who led...
I Have a Dream
Or, at least I had a dream. Last night. You know, while I was sleeping. (You thought this was going to be about Martin Luther King, Jr., didn't you?) I dreamed that I was in a maximum security prison. Weird, huh? It was also awful. And scary. And I missed my family with such a ferocity that I didn't know if I'd make it through. I spent the whole of the dream trying to figure out why I was there. I didn't seem to remember any sort of trial or conviction, and no one could tell me the length of my sentence. It was a nightmare in every sense of the word. I have no idea why I had the dream. I don't really feel "trapped" in any area of my life, right now, but we do feel that way...