Adjusting to the Compass

How do you know when it’s time to move? Either from one apartment to the next, to another city,  or even across the country? After thirty-nine moves, I’m very tuned into YHVH on this. When my husband began talking it up about moving two years ago this month, I hadn’t had any of the “usual…

When Little Things Matter

Hey, thanks for stopping to read this. I’ve been a little sporadic lately, the posts haven’t been going up twice a month as I had promised. And for that, I apologize. Like millions of other people, I did my level best to be bullet-proof. But I’m not. It really hit me after graduation. It’s like…

Are You Making Room for Big Rocks?

Priorities determine how far we get in life. Imagine with me if you will, an empty glass jar. Next to it are three fist-sized rocks, river stones, pebbles, sand, and a cup of tea. The jar represents our day. If we pour into our jar a lot of sand, which represents all the small stuff,…

The Road Not Taken

I was very young the first time I heard the poem The Road Not Taken. At the time “a yellow wood” had little meaning, except in the context of fall. Mrs. Carpenter read the poem full of thoughtful meaning to a class of wriggly 6th graders who were more concerned about lunch or recess or…