I miss the dusty roads of my grandparent’s farm in Oklahoma. My roots are forever there, woven into and wrapped around the glistening pebbles, sandy soil, and colorful wildflowers covering every surface. In some ways, it feels like a hundred years since I ran through a sprinkler in my grandpa and grandma’s yard, played the piano in their living room, or threw horseshoes under the big tree beside... Read more



I’ll never forget the first time I walked into a jail cell. Metal bunk beds Concrete floors Cinder block walls Even the faces of the women seemed hard and cold Freedom and joy, like distant memories, had faded from their eyes. Holding only our Bibles, I remember feeling as if  we surely looked disappointing. We held no power to release them. We held no great news of... Read more

It’s funny how a sermon can hit you in an unexpected way……….. cause your mind to wander………… and the next thing you know you’re thinking about what’s sitting on your kitchen counter that very second and how maybe just maybe you washed out empty jars the night before not so much to clean them but to somehow prepare your heart for the message the next day.... Read more


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Kids often run full speed toward new things. Who wouldn’t want to ride on “moving stairs?” But a lanyard around the neck of a little boy with tiny legs can quickly become an enemy when brought too close to a gap in the moving metal. Before I could even think, he was way ahead of me, moving upward, grinning and leaning down to watch the magic of the machine….... Read more



Voicing my political views on social media has never been “my thing.” Maybe it’s because I don’t feel informed or intellectual enough to carry on a healthy debate, or maybe it’s because so many online debates digress so quickly that a knowledge of what is true or false seems unnecessary in order to keep a “conversation” going. And who has time for that? Either way…………… I will continue to avoid... Read more

I can still see them……….. all of our kids. Sweatshirts and knit hats, talking and laughing as they passed this very ball. It lays in our memory garden most days now. A visual reminder of a different season. _________________ Like a tree holding desperately onto its leaves, my heart grips the ball. Maybe that’s why it lays there quietly season after season………… I’m still hanging on.... Read more


From MiMi For The Sunless Days

October 22nd, 2016


When I hold you in my arms, something magical happens. All the grief pressing down on my soul seems to lift a bit…………… and life feels so full of hope………….. all over again. I love you so much, little Elaine Adaya. I want your world to be perfect. Free from sadness. Free from tears. I want to protect you from everything wrong in this world, and... Read more


Broken Hope Is Still Hope

October 13th, 2016


“Uh-oh,” she said, as she realized what had accidentally happened as she reached for the fragile, plastic flower. Toddlers don’t realize how easily things can snap in two…………… and just like that…………… Hope was broken. Maybe that’s what Paul meant when he penned the words, “Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.” Romans 12:12 He knew what we all eventually learn. No... Read more