Torn

A few week ago our Life Group was studying Philippians chapter one, a gem of a passage where Paul says, “For me, to live is Christ and to die is gain. If I am to go on living in the body, this will mean fruitful labor for me. Yet what shall I choose? I do not...

Broken shells

I’ve been up at 5am or so every morning here in Maui… something about my body refusing to adjust to the time change. Don’t worry about me, though. I’ve loved it. Very few people are actually up at 5am, which means when I pull on a pair of...

Maui highlights

I was going to blog about snorkeling. And I will. But I’ve also rumbled a 2010 gold convertible mustang to the top of a volcano, ogled my way through an authentic pineapple tour, lost myself in time while beachcombing some of the most spectacular shorelines in the...

GASP…!

I might be in Atlanta. I’ve always pictured Atlanta being this humid. We flew in last night, our plane acquiescing to the city lights like a tired fairy welcomed by a gaggle of grounded fireflies. It could have been Winnipeg, or Toledo, or Minsk. The smells...