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When the Rules Wall Us Off

When the Rules Wall Us Off

We spent last week in a really nice RV resort, one that included full hook-ups, something I knew nothing about beforehand. I was pleasantly surprised when we settled in, never having to pack up and leave in search of shade during unusually warm days, run down to the...

You Can’t Just “Shout!” It Out

You Can’t Just “Shout!” It Out

In the movie “Oh Brother, Where Art Thou,” George Clooney, who use to be much better looking, is driving away from the scene of a river baptism with his two fellow escaped convicts in the car with him. One of them had taken the plunge himself and was singing with joy...

Try Try Again

Try Try Again

I’ve been steeped in research, gathering photos, matching likenesses to known persons profiled on Wikipedia, and reviewing maps and dates all the while praying my mind would eventually wrap itself around the largesse of the story, at least to the point I might tell a...

Split Focus

Split Focus

God began early, hunting me down and taking hold of me when I was just a child in Farmington, Connecticut. I wasn’t born there, but close by in Maine at a Naval hospital that no longer calls itself a hospital, and to this day still raises questions of its location;...

A Life Redeemed from Destruction

A Life Redeemed from Destruction

Yesterday I wrote a piece that provoked some interesting comments, including an entire sub thread about something that had little to do with the original post. That’s how things go on Ricochet. If I’ve learned anything from this past year, it’s that people in my...

Boxed Out

Boxed Out

It’s happened often that I hear something from the Almighty … a pithy bullet point or an image worth a thousand words, that pops into my mind as I sit in the garden enjoying the touch of His breeze … His exhale … on my face. I believe He told me several months back...

A Suffering That Leads to Rest

A Suffering That Leads to Rest

We went to a church in my old hood Sunday. It was in the backyard of the pastor’s house, set with a mish-mash of folding chairs and patio tables, including one with coffee, kid drinks, and other treats. I’m guessing there were around 20 or so people there, another...

The Temptation to Doubt: Was it God … or Just a Thing?

The Temptation to Doubt: Was it God … or Just a Thing?

I didn’t sleep much last night, which isn’t very different from every other night, but last night I had something new on my mind. Images of my mother’s ravaged body after decades of experimental drugs administered by heinous injections intended to treat her RA, which...

Words “are” Power

Words “are” Power

I prefer order. And predictability. Safe spaces are nice too, but not the ones we hear about on college campuses. Those are for once open-minded youths that have now been turned into feeble cowards who, 1) don’t know who they are yet, 2) don’t know what they truly...

Peter’s Rocky Road to Restoration

Peter’s Rocky Road to Restoration

My daughter is in a relationship with her first somewhat serious boyfriend. She often wonders aloud whether I approve, whether I want her to break up with him, whether I support the relationship. One day on the phone, the topic came up again. “Mom, do you want me to...

Watching Her Walk

Watching Her Walk

I watched her walk down the hall toward her bedroom, her right heel falling short of the hardwood floor, each step jostling her little frame to the left in an exaggerated sway, the next step shooting her spine straight and vertical, and then falling to the sway again...