Life – a cup at a time
It’s Time to Refine Our Understanding of Stewardship Stewardship is one of those words that can mean so many things to different people. On the secular level, stewardship has come to mean “an ethic that embodies the responsible planning and management of resources,” according to Wikipedia. In many religious circles, stewardship is all about tithes, …
His name was Cristian Pavon, and he was 11 years old. He was found dead in his bed Tuesday morning, 23 February 2021, after playing in his first snow ever on Monday. It didn’t have to happen. I’ve been nursing a slow rage for a few days since I first heard this story. I learned …
When was the last time someone told you to “go fly a kite”? The phrase is not as common as it once was. I don’t know if that’s because kite flying has been replaced by so many other possible activities, or if more direct phrases such as “go away” or “go to hell” have become …
One of the dubious joys of an older house is encountering the critters that seek to make it their home as well. All plans for today were put on hold when I discovered a turd on the kitchen floor. Too big for a mouse, I swallowed and started looking for other signs. I Immediately came …
My first recollection of fog was after my family moved to Seattle, WA, when I was eight. Leaving to walk to my new school, fog made an unfamiliar area alien. I couldn’t see across the street — I could barely see the traffic light! Would I even find the school? Fog became a familiar force …
Do you look for God or the devil in the details? (Do you even pay attention?) I found myself asking this question the other day, when our roller coaster weather dipped from sun and the high 70s to 8 inches of snow and 19 degrees. We needed the snow. Good, ground-soaking snow that could soak …
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 …