“Sauntering is no more vagrant than the meandering river.”

I wish I had some deep insight after losing so many close friends in such a short amount of time. Instead, I often feel numb. Maybe it’s my way of bracing for more loss.

The busyness and noisiness of life jar my soul. I realize now that I need to schedule some pilgrim time.

Front porches are open invitations. They are void of schedules. You don’t have to call or text first. If people are on their porches, they are fair game for a visit.

How a trip through a small town in Missouri allowed me to contemplate how much the world has changed.

Paying tribute to legendary college baseball coach Mike Martin.

Did Dad purposely place this photo in his Sam Snead book, knowing I would end up with the book and experience this range of emotions the day the photo dropped into my lap?

I am reminded that life’s favorite places are not just about geography; they are about the moments, the people and the emotions that form an intricate web of meaning.

Spiritual numbness is subtle. Until it isn’t.

Agreeing to another weeknight activity means spending 15% of our weeknights on it. And if you agree to enough of these, you end up without enough time and space to breathe, think and rejuvenate.

The faithful Bible study leader died on his knees while praying for others.

“Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven.”

“Pleasant words are as a honeycomb, sweet to the mind and healing to the body.” - Proverbs 16:24

In God’s family, we are never the substitute people. We are his beloved.

How chasing a mouse led to a diversion a friend desperately needed.

No matter how many other owners this little green house may have, it will always be my home.

Fun can be a catalyst for connecting with people in deep ways. It gives us an in.

Jesus sent his disciples out as sheep among wolves to be as wise as serpents and harmless as doves.