Become: An Intriguing Word
When I lived in Paris, I used to walk regularly to a gym near my apartment. One day as I was passing a construction site, something unusual caught my eye. In the middle of the sidewalk sat a temporary street lamp which was anchored by a massive concrete block. Someone had stenciled this word in red on the block: Become. I never learned who painted this word on a block of concrete or why, but I was amused and intrigued. A few weeks later I was on a different street not too far from the first...
Follow up on a French Adventure
How about inspirational fiction that takes you places?
Last month I wrote about my trip to France in May. Now that I’m back, I’ll give you some highlights, share a few photos, and pull back the curtain on some places you’ll find in Prodigals in Provence, which takes place in the Luberon region of
Three Weeks to Go
As I type I am still in my American home, but my mind is far away. In three weeks I will leave for France for my second annual trip since moving back Stateside nearly five years ago.
I talked about this trip in my last post. Now the time is even closer and I’m not sure I’m ready! For one thing,
Get Ready for Something New
” For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.” Isaiah 43:19.
God’s promises made to Israel in this passage illustrates his continuous activity in history. God’s promise was made over 7 centuries ago, yet we still celebrate His most magnificent promise. In a few days we will celebrate Christmas, this amazing event that sometimes, quite honestly, we get very accustomed to. So much so that it’s easy to overlook.
Christ is indeed “something new”, yet what God prepared for centuries. My prayer for each of us is that he will always be new to us each morning, and that at Christmas especially the stunning miracle of his birth and arrival will continue to amaze us and fill our hearts with joy.
Waiting for Lightening
Have a seat and get some coffee. I haven’t seen you in a while!
I guess I was waiting for lightening to strike, as I pondered what I should tell you. Lightening did strike, in a way. I don’t want to overstate it, though. I just made some decisions.
Let’s go back a bit and I’ll catch you up. I’ve wanted to be a fiction-writer since the age of 10. I started writing at the age of 11, but at age 18 I began a season of feeling inadequate and didn’t write for 2 decades (sadly, you read that right.)