December 6, 2019 As another day of this season of Advent comes to pass, may our eyes be opened to the beautiful story unfolding as we each wait. To the wonderful promises of God still yet to be unwrapped. And, to all those around…

December 5, 2019 As we approach this holy season, what if the very gates of heaven swing open wide to the simple sound of our voices? God is always listening. Longing for our shared thoughts and ideas, wishes and dreams, and just a tiny…

December 3, 2019 This season, what are we really seeking? With the hustle and hurry of the holidays, do we even really know? For most of us each day begins with a list – physical or mental, but one that seems to loom and…

December 2, 2019 As we look towards the upcoming season, our minds can be flooded with so many emotions. Some of our most precious memories wrapped tightly with ribbons of love and laughter and joy of past holidays.  And yet, even still, we can…

December 1, 2019 We are all waiting for something or someone. As instantaneous as our world may seem today, the truth is, we are all called to wait at times. We wait for the perfect job. A baby. The restoration of a relationship. Love.…

 Love God first. Everything else stems from this. Love others, especially your family. They are on your team. They will be the last ones in line cheering for you when everyone else has moved on. Put others’ needs before your own. Think about how your…

As I walked outside this morning, I heard two birds singing back and forth to one another. Of course, if you know me, you know my eyes were searching to see if one could be my red bird friend. As I looked from limb…

It seems like everyone I know has a Ray story of some kind. And as I have looked back over the last twenty some odd years, so many of our stories intertwine and overlap as this great guy had a special way of weaving…

For years a green wooden table has sat in the dining area of our old cabin on the lake. It was a hand-me-down that had been handed down. One of the best kind. The solid wood top had more than its share of nicks…

Yes, today I woke up missing the little boys who once bounded down my stairs and ran through my house. I miss those baby faces. Sticky, fat hands. Sweet good-night kisses and one more story. I miss those little boy voices. With toys strewn across the floor. And, spelling…