Life – a cup at a time
On Planting a Tree Water and a pickaxe. Sun beating down. One by one the rocks come out, only to reveal another and more. Body aches from breaking rock and shoveling dirt. Joints complain from arthritis and heat. Why? I ask, wiping off sweat. Story says there was a tree nearby, before the oil men …
Ever find yourself doing something stupid, but pride — or sheer stubbornness — makes you keep going despite your better judgement? Yeah, me, too. Those kinds of mistakes can be deadly. But they can also turn into valuable lessons, and be the source of unexpected Grace. I’ll explain what I mean with the tales of …
Like drizzly gray skies are to the Pacific Northwest, so are dusty skies to West Texas. No, it doesn’t rain all the time in Seattle, nor is it always dusty in Odessa-Midland. But both have earned their monikers for a reason. As if we don’t have enough of our own, the Sahara has contributed a …
Early morning is my favorite time of day in the desert. You can smell the sagebrush and rabbitbrush, the tiniest hint of moisture, and absorb the quiet and stillness. We live in a house with an established yard and big shade trees, but it’s still in the desert. I love to look out the window …
There’s an old saying, “Bloom where you are planted.” I remember the first time I heard or saw this, my reaction was, “But I don’t like where I am.” I think I was a teenager at the time. Lots of water has gone under the bridge since then. The first inkling that there was some …