Not long ago, I wrote about the quiet ache of when love feels lost—those moments when God seems distant and our hearts wonder if we’re alone. My granddaughter read that piece. She told me she loved it, but gently asked if I could write a more joyful story next...
They say the heart has a mind of its own—but what if it also has a voice the brain can’t silence? Science calls it neurocardiology—forty thousand neurons woven right into your heart muscle, quietly sending more signals to your brain than your brain sends to it. It’s a constant...
You emerged. You passed through the veil. You said yes to the Voice calling from within the silence, and something in you collapsed forward into the truth that was always waiting. You didn’t reform. You didn’t get polished up and improved. You tunneled. Like a single quantum particle moving...
There is a silence that feels like loss. There’s a grief so sharp it takes your breath away, not like you feel when someone has died, but when it feels like God has disappeared. We’ve all known moments when the heavens go silent. When prayers bounce off invisible walls....
I scribbled a thought on a sticky note a while ago. Just a passing reflection, something I didn’t want to lose. It said: “They know what is going to become of them… the tragedy is…” I wasn’t sure what the ending was supposed to be at the time. Maybe...
Some questions don’t seek answers so much as they open doors into mystery, beauty, and the heart of God. This one is like that: Why did Jesus have to come as the Son of God, and not just as God in the flesh? And why did He have to...
After a night of weakness I wouldn’t wish on anyone, I woke up with nothing left to offer but a whispered “thank you.” Thinking back over the night’s trials, I remember calling, “Father, please help me.” It was all I could do to fight off the unwelcome invader riddling...
She said, “I love Jesus, but I can’t stand people.” It didn’t come from arrogance. It came from exhaustion. From years of giving more than most will ever know… and being met with disrespect in return. My sister served as a first responder—a paramedic—and later became an instructor, sharing...
Writing with your heart while attempting to speak to yours is a joyful experience that I take very seriously. Walking this road calls me to study and reflection, among other things. I now understand more the value of Jesus separating himself from the disciples and crowds for alone time...
Unmasking the Serpent It began in a garden. Not just any garden—but a living sanctuary, pulsing with union, wonder, and the scent of immortality. In Eden, heaven touched earth in seamless harmony. Creation knew its name, and its name was Beloved. It was not a myth. It was not...