Sometimes God gives us dreams. But, like a caged bird on our back, we carry them endless miles. The storms billow and the bird sleeps. Still we trudge through the years. But, if the promise was given, it will be kept. Place one foot in front of the other until at last the skies clear…Read more Carrying Dreams
Littlest Voices
All over the world, they peer from the shadows of deconstructed realities… From the rice fields of Vietnam, laboring under a relentless sun. From the slums of Kenya, neglected and starving . From the mountains of Nepal, sold into slavery. From the countryside of Zimbabwe, oppressed by the whims of a corrupt dictator. And from…Read more Littlest Voices
The Wonder of A Son’s Wedding Day
Jesus come to the wedding: the deepest desire of my heart for my beloved son's wedding day. Even as Jesus came to the wedding at Cana and performed His first miracle, I longed for the Presence of God to turn our "water into wine." Our dear Kenyan friends officiated the ceremony, a sacred space overflowing…Read more The Wonder of A Son’s Wedding Day
Billows of Joy
I'm still riding the waves of one of the most unbelievably joyful seasons of my life! I've gone quiet, pushed under the billows for a couple months: In April/May, a miraculous, revolutionary trip to Kenya with our daughter adopted from Kenya (first time for her to return after leaving a Mother Teresa orphanage 14 years…Read more Billows of Joy
Days at the (Art) Museum
As a kid, I was a bit of an anomaly. My grandfather created wood carvings, but, otherwise, I seemed to pop up out of nowhere - an artist born to an accountant and an engineer. An oddball, but never a misfit. My parents could not have been more supportive. My family moved to the countryside…Read more Days at the (Art) Museum
