suffering

Dueling with God

We meet daily for an Old West style shootout. Sometimes at 1:00AM, sometimes at 5:00AM, sometimes mid-day. Just me and Him. No red strings or lucky eye charms. The God I meet is not a Cracker Jack kind of being. No superstitions or silly wand waving. It is just us.

Dear Blogger

No matter where you are on the scale of worst case life experiences, I can point you in the direction of much harder, more painful stories that don’t jive with your shallow, linear explanation of why bad things happen.

Scars

My scars are everywhere, faded to white over the years, but still there. The long white line that stretches across my belly where five kids kicked and screamed their way into the world. The raised blotch on my knee from… Read More ›