Showing posts from December, 2016


My sister-in-law, Kim, delivered a gift without a note explaining what was under the wrapping.Buried within the colored tissue paper in the prettiest of Christmas bags lay a child’s cardboard kaleidoscope. Laughing, I bring it to my eye and lift my face to look directly into the kitchen light.The colors immediately begin casting brilliant patterns, changing with each turn of the knob.What a thoughtful present, but what was the purpose of gifting it to me?
I continue to play with the kaleidoscope; turning the knob as well as shaking the plastic shapes within the tube.My enjoyment cannot be contained.Moments of mindless entertainment are brought into focus with each new design.  Listening closely, one could hear the “ooohs & ahhhs” escaping my lips.But still I wonder, Why a kaleidoscope?
Maybe I am someone who would appreciate a good old-fashioned toy? Maybe it is how she sees me – always changing & accepting myself with each turn?Perhaps it’s the symbolism of looking with a new s…

Ransom The Captive

* I wrote this story 2 years ago and shared it with friends last night.   The question for reflection - "what holds you captive?"

Ransom the Captive” replays in my head, and I am left trembling.  The certainty of my imprisonment clearly brought to my attention while mindlessly humming a melody I learned years ago.  The words from this traditional Christmas carol lead me on a new path of self-discovery.
The Season of Advent calls believers to “get ready” and “make straight the path”.Aside from the outside merriment and glee (which we all complete in great haste) is the hard work of preparing the spirit.Kindness, joy, generosity and goodwill are perfect compliments to the Season.
But what I yearn for in my preparation is a different perspective and fresh approach to the familiar Christmas Story. Without fail it comes to me – “Ransom the Captive” – one verse from an ancient song.I am journeying on an uncharted path; moving in a different direction!
Am I the captive?Do I act the vic…

The Basement

If you're looking for me, you'll find me in the basement; working on cracks and fixing leaks in the foundation of my soul.  God seems to be leading me to this quiet place during the season of Advent.  To truly prepare for the coming of our savior - some repair work needs to be done.
The upstairs of my home is decorated with lovely ornaments. The tree has been perfectly placed in front of the picture window. Everywhere possible - I have assembled my beautiful nativities - as reminders of the true reason for the season. Lights are twinkling, garland is hung and Santa with some snowmen have joined in the fun!  I've worked hard to bring the season to life and as a result, my upstairs rooms look warm and cozy... adorn with Christmas Spirit.
But the real and difficult work has taken place in the lower part of my home.  For the things I've created upstairs cannot be sustained without some attention to the details surrounding its foundation.

It is safe to say that the basement is…