The Prodigal Stone

This is a story about me and my baby, who’s now 22, and the misery we walked through together to find a love connection. It’s a story of our mutual failure, but it’s a story with a happy ending. I lived the miracle. I watched it change me. And then I watched it change my… Continue reading The Prodigal Stone

Wake Up Call, part 2

In my mind's eye, I’ve been seeing a door ajar and a rough slab table with two wooden chairs in a room with a leaded glass window and an uneven stone floor. For all of the time I've been reading in Hebrews, that room keeps coming to mind. An older man is seated at the… Continue reading Wake Up Call, part 2

Wake Up Call, part 1

I’m awake and up before The Cowboy has gone to bed. It’s 1:21 a.m. and too darn early. I went to bed at 10, but I’m wide awake now. I’m afraid I’m getting weird. Unbalanced. And while I really love getting a jump on my day, I’m also afraid I’m getting pulled out of sync… Continue reading Wake Up Call, part 1