August 23, 2026 August has brought unrelenting heat with no rain or relief. I think of the jazz number, “107 Degrees in the Shade” by Alex Bugnon. That is where we are, and counting the days until September. Meanwhile, I am trying to keep my desperate plants alive and reminding myself that this, too, shall pass. It is a season. Not my favorite. The Lord will guide you continually and satisfy your needs in parched places and make your bones strong, and you shall be like a wat

October 19, 2025 Yesterday was an amazing day in America and in my own little corner of it. Millions of people across the country and the world gathered with flags, signs, and exuberance to say “No Kings in America.” From coast to coast, in small towns and big cities, communities marched, sang, chanted, and cheered for freedom, democracy, and justice. This is the American spirit like I haven’t seen or felt in months. This is true patriotism and love for our country. Despite t

September 19, 2025 To find our calling is to find the intersection between our own deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger. -Frederick Bueckner September is one of my favorite months, as it brings a sense of anticipation and new beginning. After an early cool front, the summer heat returned with a stubbornness typical for a Texas September. Now autumn waits at the doorstep with patience and confidence. I’d like to embrace this metaphor for all of us feeling the blistering h

July 13, 2025 It’s been just over a week since the catastrophic flooding in the Texas Hill Country, and the stories of heartbreak and...

June 5, 2022 As summer rolls in after some very painful and difficult weeks, I wonder how to savor this season. Summer begs us to pause...

I am catching my breath after my first week of a new job. It looks like the weekends will be the best time for writing and blog work. As...