The race is not to the swift or the strong, or even the brave or the well-trained. The race is to those who keep going. Who take in the fuel that’s necessary, who keep their eyes on the prize, who keep going, slow down or rest when...

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The race is not to the swift or the strong, or even the brave or the well-trained. The race is to those who keep going. Who take in the fuel that’s necessary, who keep their eyes on the prize, who keep going, slow down or rest when...
It was summer in the morningWhen fall slipped in for dinner.And we changed from our swimsuits asSummer slowly started slipping quietlyout the back door,While football played.Then the rain started and weWeren’t quite sureThat we wanted it here.No we were quite sure we...
‘It’s awful. It’s broken. It’s basically hopeless. Practically speaking, a complete mess. Can we ever find a solution? With the way everyone argues? Unlikely. Just hold on.’ This is how it goes, how we start to feel. The further we go the more we learn. The layers of...
I’m not sure I can properly put this into words but I’ll give it a try.This week two of “my” “kids” fly the nest. Simultaneously as it works out. Brilliantly, in fact.People have asked me over the years about my “career” choice. The way, when, why, how, where’s of it...
Every day something will go undone.Maybe it’s your patience, your workout, your prayer time, the laundry or the healthy meal. Fresh air and sunshine, snuggles or paperwork?Every day you have a chance to choose, at least one thing that goes undone in place of another....
Standing with my feet at the edge of the pool yesterday, another mom and I got chatting yesterday. We were both making the last, “it’s time to go”, calls. Then my daughter asked for one more jump, for the both of us, and I said with a smile, “Welllll…alright.” I...
Evening thoughts, looking around~~~~ Tell me. Who’s opinion matters? Is it yours. Is it mine. You would probably just as soon Cut the ties or bind me, Sacrifice or set me free, All based upon the wind of another opinion ...
What is it any way, thisCommunion?Is it bread and wineA little at a timeIs it life unfolding?One thread after the next,Unraveling,Without you?Is it daily bread,Is it something new? Is it bend or breakWith one small mistake?Is it stretch and foldJust to fit some...
Today was my son’s last day of preschool and so, it was my Last Day packing a little towel into his backpack for him. The towel that they use to lay on when it’s rest time. And it struck me. Maybe not in the way that you might think, but maybe in the way...
I was getting ready to run out the door with my family, for church, and myself being the last, usual step, I glanced at the mirror for a moment. I looked and thought I "needed" something. I opened the drawer to pull out a headband that I bought a few years back. It's...