Life in the Kitchen
While in Denver, Carl and I, along with dear friends, signed up for a hands-on cooking class at Sur La Table. Now let me tell you — this wasn’t your average “stand back and take notes” kind of night. No, sir-ee! We had aprons on, knives in hand, woks sizzling, and eyebrows raised. The theme?…
Living and Being God’s Garden
Our time in Denver included one of the highlights — truly one of the sweetest scents of our visit — was our walk through the Denver Botanic Gardens. It was more than a stroll. It was a soul-awakening.From the moment we stepped through the entrance, it felt like we’d entered Eden’s side gate. The trees…
Freedom — at Last
It started with a sky dive. Kristina Vinberg — fearless, full of fire, and determined to conquer whatever came her way — leapt from a plane for her 26th birthday. Giddy. Grinning. Free. That video said everything about her: she faced fear, clung to her tandem partner’s strength, and flew through the air with joy.…
From the Flood to the Foothills
Yesterday Carl and I made it to Denver, Colorado — the “Mile High City”. Denver sits exactly one mile (5,280 feet) above sea level – hence the nickname. Yes, the altitude is high, the mountains are tall, and the landscapes shout the greatness of our God. AND, bonus, this is where our dear Austin friends…
We have Questions. You have Answers.
I had planned to write something lighthearted today. Something about wallpaper and laughter and a mama still managing a glue brush. But I just can’t. Not yet. Not while there are Texas families still waiting. Still grieving. Still aching from floodwaters that stole more than homes — they stole lives, joy, and certainty. We may…
Celebrating Freedom — All Month Long
July is here — and yes, my red, white, and blue is coming out in full force. From porch flags to festive red, white and blue everywhere. In fact, we were a few days early — but we wore our red, white and blue on Sunday. I love celebrating our freedom and the land we’re…
Let the Children Come to Me
Jesus said: “Let the little children come to me!” Big or little — Old or Young — We are His children. Sincerely — I know my age and I know I am not qualified to ride the 12 and under rides. But, I am still riding the joy-of-life bandwagon. Let’s be honest — some folks…
Bridging the Divide with Honor
I try to stay in the middle! I try to carefully NOT say anything that might cause me to lose a friend or neighbor. I’m not looking to pick a fight or rock the boat — especially when it comes to politics, friendships, or fragile family group texts. I want to be like Jesus: full…
Coming Out of the Fog
Ever felt like you were living in a fog?Not the cozy, misty kind you see in scenic calendars — but the thick, can’t-see-the-road, “Lord, help me!” kind. The kind that makes us squint into the unknown, wondering where we’re headed and what might be hiding in the murk. I’ve been there — literally and spiritually.…
Still Standing – No Matter What
It was just a silly moment in church — a restless little boy, a worn-out mama, and a battle of wills that felt familiar to every parent in the room. He kept bouncing up and down on the pew, clearly auditioning for the Olympic trampoline team. After four stern warnings and the look, mama finally…