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The Well

I have been reading and re-reading about this Samaritan woman, who was coming out of the city, midday, alone, wearing her shame like the A on Hester Prynne’s dress.  The same woman who would soon boldly proclaim her former shame as the very thing which validated...

Living in My Own Skin

I wrestled, for the better part of my life, with wishing I could re-invent myself.  Like God had made some kind of a mistake.  I could give you a long list of all the weaknesses that I had wished were different and the ways that I would have created myself, had it...

A Little Boy’s Lunch

How did I always skip over him?  The little boy in the story?  The one who got Andrew’s attention long enough to offer up his lunch.  I mean I’ve noticed him before, but this time he feels almost like the main character.  This was his moment to shine.  Was...

The Moments that Count

A friend of mine from high school died recently.  Well, I guess he was pretty much everyone’s friend.  In high school, if you wanted to be a friend of mine, you pretty much had to love everyone, because I was pretty much the bottom of the barrel as far as...

Vulnerable Parenting

I am at a point of reflection in my parenting journey.  I guess I’m nearing the end and the exodus has begun, so this makes a little sense. One of those amazing things that I’m observing is how many of the dangerous, vulnerable and difficult things for us,...

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