Can a woman forget her nursing child,      or show no compassion for the child of her womb? Even these may forget,      yet I will not forget you.      — Isaiah 49:15 I know you. I know you by name. I know you fully, deeply, intimately.  I was there the moment you … More Remembered

Earlier this week I had the enormous pleasure of attending part of the Fellowship Biennial Convocation of The Fellowship of United Methodists in Music and Worship Arts in Indianapolis.  As I mentioned in my first blog post, I have been blessed to be able to write songs with Mark Miller for the past year and … More The Power of the Song

My mental image of God has evolved over the years.  God is not a being we can actually see, but our minds search about for an image to cling to, to help us grasp the ungraspable. ~~~~~~~~~~ Walking Through Rooms In the first room, God is big and I am small. God looks like a … More Walking Through Rooms

I have written a lot about prayer, attempting to put into words that which is difficult to describe.  Today’s post is one of those writings. The Gift I sit down to pray in the least distracting spot I know, and I quiet myself before the Lord — or anyway, I try. A moment of silence, … More The Gift

Prayer.  Talking to God.  Communicating with the Being that made us.  Interacting with the One who created us with a built-in need for that interaction.  Prayer. A lot of books written, a lot of sermons preached.  Why is it so hard?  Why do we have to learn how to pray?  Prayer retreats, seminars on prayer, … More Prayer

I have been writing for over two years now, so the pieces I am sharing on this blog are not all recent, but this one is — I wrote it last week after standing day after day with my feet in the ocean, looking, looking, looking. Whale Watching I am standing on the shore. I … More Whale Watching

Fourth post — time for true confessions, right??  Sure, why not! ~~~~~~~~~~ Love is Patient A while ago I did something that I have never done, as far as I can recall:  I told God I hated him.  Out loud, and with feeling. I texted my husband and told him what I had done, in … More Love is Patient

I love my church.  I love it so much I wrote a poem about it.  Couldn’t help myself.  I feel that strongly. The House of God I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord!”                              — Psalm 122:1 They come filing in, the pull of the … More The House of God

This next piece will be all too familiar to anyone who is a parent. ~~~~~~~~~~ Mary and Martha O God, I am preoccupied, distractible, and just plain busy. I am a wife, a mother, a teacher, a homemaker, a sister, a daughter, a friend, a neighbor. I am the center of a family. It is … More Mary and Martha

Welcome to my blog!  I’m glad you are here! The first thing I am going to share with you is a poem I wrote that I read during church last year.  The pitcher of water in the photograph below, as well as in my header at the top of the blog, was on the altar … More A poem, plus a short backstory