Metaphors appear in hindsight. At the time, they stand on their own, but hindsight turns them into insight. I find humor in the moment the reveal clicks, that slow, evolving realization of “I see what you did there.” Following is simple, until you see that it’s not. I trust God
I was thinking about Doogie this morning. It’s a beautiful morning, cool, breezy, amazing. I wanted to head down to the dock, and I looked down at Doogie. He’s getting old. He tires easily, and he’s slow. His injury in Texas no doubt still affects him. So I try to
The search for firewood turned into an unexpected lesson in patience. An exercise in value that extends beyond a cash transaction. With another winter storm on the horizon, I looked at my woodpile and realized it was lacking. I hadn’t used much over the past week, and I was hoping
God’s mercy on me reaches so far and so deeply that when I encounter Him in His word, I am crushed, not as a punishment but as a response to His love. The journey to a place where that happens has been long and full of many exiles. Times when,
I heard once of a shocking custom in a primitive tribe. When someone in the group killed another, they strapped the dead body of the victim onto the back of the murderer until he eventually died, too. As I was thinking about forgiveness recently, this horrifying practice came to mind.