Imagine if Jesus came to you and asked, “What do you want me to do for you?” What would you answer? How would you respond? Would you have to pause and think about it? Would you need to get back to him? Or would you immediately know? Would your response come easily? Would the answer be the very thing you’ve been praying about for weeks - months - years - or even decades? In the story … [Read more...]
“You are a Writer” Book Review
April 26, 2012 By 2 Comments
It's that awkward question that has long caught me off guard and left me fumbling for an answer. “What do you do?” For too long I skirted the question, sharing instead something I liked to do or wanted to do. And invariably, writing was one of those things. But within the past month, I've begun answering the question affirmatively. “I am a writer.” Except that isn't my … [Read more...]
Life lessons from overtime, extra innings and five-hour-53-minute matches
January 30, 2012 By Leave a Comment
News of the record-breaking five-hour-53-minute Australian Open final match greeted me this morning as I checked email. I still can't wrap my mind around such an intense competition lasting that long. Can you even imagine? The marathon showdown delighted fans around the world, and rightfully earned descriptors such as "amazing" and "incredible". But tennis isn't the only place we … [Read more...]
Seizing opportunity
March 31, 2011 By Leave a Comment
I admit it. I've been moping a little bit lately. I know, I know - I shouldn't mope. It's rather unbecoming, quite foolish, and highly ineffective. Frankly, if one of my kids acted the way I have been lately, I'd have sent them to their room until they had a better attitude! So I'm working on a much-needed attitude adjustment. And to do that, rather than focus on what isn't … [Read more...]
Living in the sweet spot
March 27, 2011 By Leave a Comment
Ah, the joys of summer! Backyard BBQs, hide-and-seek in the dark, camping trips and softball. Growing up, no summer was really complete without softball. I have great memories of playing catch in the front yard, city league teams which my dad coached, and playing shortstop in the cool summer nights. None of those memories, though, could ever surpass that feeling of hitting a line … [Read more...]
