We all have them, but no matter how many times we experience them, they still bring butterflies to our stomach. I am talking about those threshold moments we anticipate with a potent blend of electric excitement and sheer nervousness. The coach finally calls your name, and as you jog out onto the field, your heart…
The Writer’s Window
I am remarkably fortunate in many ways, but one of the quietest blessings stems from a simple decision I made over fifteen years ago when I first began to write. I placed my desk in front of a window. As my fingers move across the keyboard, my eyes naturally drift outward to watch the soft…
God Listens, We Speak
Each of us, at some point, encounters a moment of quiet desperation—a sudden, acute need to reach out into the silence and address God directly. For many like me, this happens more than once. It is easy for me to recall that time of searching for a sanctuary, finding the physical doors locked, and walking…
The Creative
As a kid, my report cards were mostly a sea of solid grades—until you reached handwriting, art, or music. There, the marks dipped drastically. I simply lacked the natural gift for those disciplines, a shortcoming compounded over the years by an essential tremor. No matter how hard I pressed my pencil to paper or how…
The Gratitude I Found In A Small Waiting Room
The contrast between walking into a place of medical crisis and walking back out into the open air is one of the sharpest boundaries human beings ever cross. To sit in the waiting room of an emergency department, an oncology ward, or a transplant clinic is to enter a distinct geography of suspense. In those…