Even though it happened many years ago, I remember it clearly. It was Christmas break my last year of college. I was in Northern Wisconsin at HoneyRock Camp. Alone in a room full of bunkbeds. Lying on a bottom bunk. Zoned out reading a book called “I Loved a Girl” by Walter Trobisch. I had … Continue reading Always Father’s Day →

Did you get to roller-skate when you were young?  Recently I was reminded of how much I loved roller-skating. When I was a girl, our big downtown Dallas church had a recreation building with a gym, a trampoline, a four lane bowling alley, and one whole floor was a food bar and a roller skating … Continue reading Joy-seeds →

I am in Dallas this week, so thankful to be here with my dear ol' dad. He no longer knows who I am, but it seems he knows that he should know me, and it makes me sad seeing his distress about forgetting. Yet he continues to be sweet, funny, and generous, and his prayers are precious. … Continue reading Foot-washing →