Walk, Run, Hobble

When I think of the word marathon, I am reminded of the one time I walked one with thousands of other people in Hawaii, over fifteen years ago. There were moments of excitement, of dread, of pain. It was completely physical, well, most of it. Mentally I needed to be prepared too. It isn’t too…

Morning Stroll

Autumn leaves scatter and dance on asphalt, as gentle waves lap with the wind. I am mesmerized by the flocks of honking geese and ducks echoing up stream inches above the glistening water. And while their quacks tickle me into laughter, cold seeps beyond the fabric of my jacket, reminding me autumn will be turning…

At the Edge of Rust, Wood, and Water

My hand grasps the door handle as wind catches it pulling me quickly to the street, greeted by passing cars and northwest winds. Fifty-five degrees, sunny, warm, and it’s February in Michigan. How can this be? Armed with book and phone in hand, I begin my descent toward the boardwalk parallel to the St. Clair…

Today’s Walk

It is morning, the sun has peeked beyond the rim and has risen above us. We have been given another day with breath in our lungs to be the voice, hands, and feet of our Father. Stepping beyond yesterday’s lessons, we strive to be more like the image of Christ today.