What will this lot become, I wonder?

What will this lot become, I wonder?

One day I’m driving along and notice the promise of new things to come. There’s a SOLD sign on the treed parcel of land that’s been for sale for a long time. A thrill of expectation hits me and I instantly begin dreaming of what is about to happen. Something new....
 Keep it simple, keep it real, keep it up*

 Keep it simple, keep it real, keep it up*

‘I haven’t the foggiest idea.’ ‘Don’t ask me!’ ‘It’s all Greek to me!’ ‘I’m clueless!’ Have you ever spoken these words, or similar, when confronted with a question beyond your legitimate paygrade? I’m sometimes threatened with a sudden embarrassment at having no...
Things Desired

Things Desired

Below is a fairly well-known, 95-year-old poem by Max Ehrmann, a lawyer/poet from Terre Haute, Indiana. I invite you to read it, perhaps aloud, with a critical ear. Notice which lines square with Scripture, if any, and which lines digress from the Truth, if any....
Sixty months from now …

Sixty months from now …

Disclaimer: I am not the planner in our household. I do not have a file folder with a series of five-year plans which I’ve plotted out over the years. If I had one folder so entitled, it would be empty. I am mostly the spontaneous, put-it-together-at-the-last-moment,...
Graduate Training

Graduate Training

A few sunny days ago, my typically leisurely homeward-bound commute was extended by a traffic slowdown on the highway. As all three lanes slowed to about 20 mph, then to stop-and-go, it became evident that there had been an accident. Rather than get impatient with...