TIMELESSLY His

Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes, beginnings and endings. That statement has never felt truer than now, as I close out the year 2022 and open the year 2023. For me, 2022 was a year of both slow and sudden change. A year of bittersweet endings and expected beginnings. A year of traumaticContinue reading “TIMELESSLY His”

PRESENTLY His

We really looked forward to this weekend … our first weekend in many weeks when there was nothing scheduled. Recently, we’d moved our oldest into a new apartment while she finishes college. We’d moved our middle child into her first dorm room at a different college. We’d gone to tennis tournaments while supporting our youngestContinue reading “PRESENTLY His”

BLESSEDLY His

I’m a super honest person. Lately, I’ve been struggling with feeling insincere when I casually run into people around town. I got downright nervous recently at the grocery store while waiting in line with my cart of items, anticipating the impending conversation. A typical, short greeting in a situation like this used to go somethingContinue reading “BLESSEDLY His”

CONSISTENTLY His

I had to retire my favorite pair of tennis shoes. For a tennis player, it’s a big deal. You see, the repetitive stops and starts on hard-court tennis surfaces wear and tear the soles of a player’s shoes. And if you play frequently, just about the time you get a pair of tennis shoes reallyContinue reading “CONSISTENTLY His”

UNQUESTIONABLY His

               Who are you? And who am I?                Famous philosopher Aristotle reportedly said, “We are what we repeatedly do.” Although I do agree that our habits and activities characterize us, I do not believe they are the essence of our actual being. If Aristotle were entirely correct, I would be coffee.                If weContinue reading “UNQUESTIONABLY His”

INSTINCTIVELY His

            The familiar pop and whack of tennis balls hitting the strings of a racquet filled the air, accompanied by the high-pitched squeak of tennis shoes abruptly starting and stopping on the asphalt tennis court. My daughter, sweating profusely and after missing the last eight shots in a row, put her hands on her kneesContinue reading “INSTINCTIVELY His”