Tag: mercy

The Path of *Most* Resistance

Yesterday I went on a field trip with my daughter’s class to a science museum. Included in their trip were three workshops. In one they made a biosphere, in another they got electrical shocks (not kidding), and in the third they had to make… Continue Reading “The Path of *Most* Resistance”

Quaking in my Boots

This weekend, I spent a little quality time with the nurses and doctors in the Emergency Room. I wore mismatched socks. They took my blood. It was a great (eye-roll) way to spend the afternoon. Wonky heart. Well. That wasn’t the doctor’s official diagnosis.… Continue Reading “Quaking in my Boots”

You Wrote A Book About THAT?

I was out to lunch with my friend Janet a few months ago. Now, one thing you need to know about Janet is that she has no filter. She says exactly what she thinks/feels/etc. Our lunches are never boring. Oh. And she doesn’t have… Continue Reading “You Wrote A Book About THAT?”

Mercy For The Philippines

The other day, I wrote about feeling helpless. Today, I’m writing about feeling empowered to do something to help. Specifically to help those in the Philippines who are suffering in the aftermath of the Typhoon. We serve a God who moves and loves and… Continue Reading “Mercy For The Philippines”

Can’t Un-Know. Can’t Un-See

Don’t forget, for the whole month of June, 2013 50 cents from the sale of each Paint Chips ebook will be donated to The Manasseh Project! Read more HERE. In Paint Chips, Paul learns about sex trafficking when he’s needed to help find a… Continue Reading “Can’t Un-Know. Can’t Un-See”

Tornadoes and God’s Love

I watched footage of one of the monster tornadoes that touched down in Oklahoma. It was from one of the storm chaser types. The guy offered commentary on the direction of the twister, how large he estimated it to be, explained the roaring sound.… Continue Reading “Tornadoes and God’s Love”

Neti Pots, Mullets, and The Prodigal Son

Never Again

Never again. Have you said those words? Thought them? Hoped them? Never again. I won’t let that happen again. Won’t allow that person into my life. Can’t let myself dwell on it. Never again. And have you turned from that person/place/thing that you promised… Continue Reading “Never Again”

Idea Journal

Happy Day for Scott Wangen! You win the “Picking Dandelions” book! I’ll get that out to you ASAP!  Last week in church, during the sermon, I realized something about one of my characters. Something huge. Something that will change the entire novel. Something that… Continue Reading “Idea Journal”

>Conclusion. (it’s a little rough…)

>Most mornings Joe woke up, disgusted by what happened to his life.  He adjusted his cold, sore body from flat on the cot to sitting.  These days he didn’t even bother taking off his coat and boots before sleeping.  It was too cold in… Continue Reading “>Conclusion. (it’s a little rough…)”

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