Viewing life as a story has always been "a thing" for me. Long before learning about the work of Epston and White on narrative therapy, I saw my life as a series of days broken into sections - each with a specific purpose. I  remember sitting with my sister, when one...

"Sir, I have no one to help me." the invalid replied when asked, "Do you want to get well? Thirty-eight years is a long time to lie next to the answer to your problem. So Jesus's answer to this man's statement by-passed a long conversation. It was short. To the point....

I've read the story a hundred times. A crowded house. Standing room only. Doorways blocked by groups of people gathered around outside. There was definitely something special happening inside these walls. And anyone who knew what was going on wanted to be there too....

"Jesus, tired as He was from the journey, sat down by the well." John 4:6 Why do I love this image? Jesus - the Son of God, Prince of Peace King of Kings  Lord of Lords Savior of the world and most of all  Living Water sitting by a well. Jesus was weary. The One who...

I'm not sure what's going on outside this morning, but the birds seem extra determined to wake up the sun. I see hints of daybreak. A silhouette of the trees begins to form against a pale blue sky. I never doubt this daily transition. Never wonder if night will end. I...

I've reached the end of Job once again. I'm not sure why God's instructions to Job surprise me every time I read this last chapter. God is not happy with the words of advice from Job's friends. As a matter of fact, he tells these men to gather animals for burnt...

Oh, Job, you've never sounded quite so pitiful. This is the first time I've read this particular book in the Bible and actually felt a little compassion for his friends. Job begs for pity as if no one in the world has ever suffered quite like him. He looks around at...

I knew when I saw this combination of stoplights and stop signs they were more than a message to me as a driver. Two red flashing lights hung over me and stop signs faced me - on each side of the road. This was not a normal intersection. I didn't really understand the...

My husband has said it often, "Things could be so much worse." Even as Nick fought cancer, we celebrated his lack of intense pain, his joyful spirit, his constant smile, our friends and family who surrounded us with prayer and love 24/7. In the midst of suffering,...

Here I sit again with Job, listening to Bildad ramble on and on. Don't people love to talk when someone else is struggling? Like Charlie Brown's teacher, Bildad's voice fills the air. I can almost see Job using his hand as a puppet to mimic the endless talking. But...