I slept through Hurricane Hugo on the couch in my parents’ living room under an open window. A tree fell, missing my car by inches. The wind left our yard strewn with downed limbs and debris but I was completely unaware until morning. To this day, I love a storm. I’m grateful for shelter, of …
In An Instant
Just minutes ago, rain and heavy gray clouded the lake behind my house. Puddles stand on the drive and a seven foot king snake seeks shelter along the stonework under my covered porch. The thunder still rumbles in the distance but suddenly the gray gives way to glorious light. My granny would’ve said that the …
Whose Agenda?
Everyone has an agenda. You do. I do. Ultimately God does. Simply put, an agenda is a plan of things to be done or problems to be addressed. More to the point, it infers underlying intentions or motives. We all have them, even if we don’t recognize or acknowledge them ourselves. The Bible teaches that …
Addlepated
I stood in my kitchen, frozen, unable to pinpoint the reason I’d walked so deliberately from the other room. I looked around then retraced my steps. Nothing. Something I’d been reading triggered a thought with purpose and intention and I’d acted on it immediately, not wanting to forget. Did I need to add an item …
Stretching
My granddaughter is two weeks old and she’s still adjusting to life outside the womb. Sometimes she rests well when swaddled or curled up on her momma’s chest near her familiar heartbeat. Other times, any sudden movement startles her and sends her little arms flying and she’s constantly stretching her tiny legs to their full …
We Are All The Same
My girls tease me that I invent ways to tell people about my grandchildren. I work in an introduction every time they’re with me, and when they’re absent, I always have pictures. Of course, they’re right. I do love to make conversation and who doesn’t love a baby, but my intent is more than mere …
Reality Filtered
Photo by Ashley Goodlett The community grocery store near our first home had an automated coin sorting machine the size of a smart car. My husband took our children there periodically to cash in the pocket change he’d saved up for special adventures. The kids loved the clanking and flashing that followed their upturned paper …
Navigating the Currents
My younger son, Jacob, had a love-hate relationship with surfing. The east coast doesn’t offer much to the enthusiast but after surf lessons with the Eternal Wave Surf Shop in Surfside Beach for his thirteenth birthday and watching hours of YouTube videos, the surf challenged him plenty. We’d load up his gear and head out …
The Choice Is Yours (and Mine)
“You can’t tell me what to do!” Choice words from a younger sibling hung in the air waiting to be refuted. I’m sure I reasoned that I was doing my parents a favor by reminding my sister and brother of what they were supposed to be doing (or not doing) at the time but they …
Over The Top
My portacath was the last visible sign of my cancer treatment. Radiation acted on my internal organs in a way I’ll never see with my eyes. Chemotherapy traveling through my bloodstream accessed every cell in my body, targeting stray cancer cells wherever they tried to hide. Multiple scars on my abdomen are visual reminders of …
A Fitting Reply 