Ebb and Flow

The ebb and flow—it carries us, heals us, and grounds us. The change of seasons offers a change of perspective, a chance to rest, and an opportunity to start fresh. Even though we change with the seasons, the rhythm of life keeps a steady beat that connects us to our past and propels us toward our future.

Household Faith

aunts and uncles permission to laugh. It strengthens the bond between siblings and drives home the fact that family often includes those who are not related by blood. It is a gift you give yourself as it transports you back and propels you forward all in one fell swoop. May the faith of this household become a window to yours.

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Draw Near

asted a full week, floating around in the green bowl. Every morning the water was almost gone so I’d refill it and let the rose drink all day long. Every evening I would breathe in and receive the rich fragrant offering.

A Fighting Chance, a Sequel

J.P. looked up in time to see the football coming back across the lawn. Again, he caught the ball but this time he passed off to Josh.

Samira was laughing as she took his arm again. “It’s a beautiful day.”
“That it is.” He returned her smile. “A beautiful day with a beautiful wife.” That will make her blush.

“And a beautiful family.” Samira’s eyes were passing over the yard where her entire family was gathered.
“Indeed.” J.P.’s mind drifted. I don’t think I have ever talked to my own dad on Father’s Day. He tried to remember.

Ashleigh was calling everyone back to the house for dessert.
J.P. reached for his phone. “I’m going to give Dad a quick call before I go in.”
Samira smiled softly and gave a nod of approval. “I’ll see you inside.”

He pressed a button on the phone and put it to his ear and waited for his father to answer. When the Captain picked up, J.P. felt a wave of emotion wedge in his throat. “Happy Father’s Day, Dad.”
The reply was not immediate.
Maybe he didn’t hear me.
“Phillip.”
He did hear me.
“I love you, son.”
J.P. swallowed hard and closed his eyes. “I love you too, Dad.”
“This is a very good Father’s Day.” The Captain’s voice was strong now.
“Yes, it is.” J.P. could see the family gathered on Ashleigh’s sun porch. “The best.”