The Vastness Above and the Peace WithinThe porch was warm beneath my feet, holding the midday heat, while the air carried a sharp, crisp hint of seasonal change. I stepped outside with my mug, wrapped my hands around the warm ceramic, and did what I’ve caught myself doing more and more lately: I looked up.For … Continue reading The Vastness Above and the Peace Within
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If These Walls Could Talk
"By wisdom a house is built, and through understanding it is established; through knowledge its rooms are filled with rare and beautiful treasures."— Proverbs 24:3–4The house is quiet this morning, wrapped in that sacred, fleeting stillness that only belongs to the early hours of a Sunday. In the kitchen, the coffee maker drips its steady … Continue reading If These Walls Could Talk
Cold Water, Hard Hearts
I still fill plastic ice trays by hand. In a world of automatic ice makers, there’s something quiet and deliberate about holding the white plastic tray under the faucet, watching the stream fill each small reservoir, and carefully balancing it on the way to the freezer.Standing at the sink this morning, watching the water fill … Continue reading Cold Water, Hard Hearts
One Foot on the Floor, One on the Ceiling(And Other Perks of an Unordinary Life)
If you’ve lived as an amputee since 1974, you learn early on that the world is divided into two categories: the questions people ask, and the assumptions they make when they’re too polite to ask.Depending on the weather and my wardrobe, the reactions vary. Wear long pants, and folks assume I just twisted an ankle … Continue reading One Foot on the Floor, One on the Ceiling(And Other Perks of an Unordinary Life)
