Nimbus Trio

I guess I can find something good about most work–except maybe plumbing. I was one washer shy of a scream on the way to Fred Meyer when these clouds reminded me how beautiful the day was. And Freddy had the washer to boot.

No Words

I groaned when she asked, “Are we walking tonight?”  My wife grabbed an umbrella while I tied my hiking boots. Why did we wait so late? It’s 9:00 at night, and raining. The sun can’t make up its mind whether to shine or hide. But we go. Out the door, up the drive, past the duck pond. Locate the…

God’s Grinders

God used my firstborn son to grind off some of my sharp edges. Sparks flew, and God positioned my second and third son to file down more barbs and burrs. I felt pretty smooth. But my wife looked over their work, and she immediately had a conversation with God–like I wasn’t even in the room.…

I Will, He Will

. When I reach down deep and nothing reaches back. When my heart beats hard and I have no strength. When no one knows the darkness inside. When something whispers, “Run!” but I stay. When hope is a mirage. When love is a word without substance. When all that is familiar seems foreign. When making…