Merry Christmas, everyone! 

I’m signing out for the rest of the year. Have a blessed holiday season, friends, and make sure you buy books for the people you love. 

Day 24 of #25daysofgood 

I’m so glad you’re joining me on this little journey of finding the good in these chaotic times. 

For Day 24 (counting down to Election Day) of #25daysofgood, I found good in the turned yellow leaves of the locust tree in our backyard. 

I planted the tree purposefully 10 years ago as I was reeling and healing from a difficult time in our lives, a time when I was begging the Lord to show me why He allows bad things and bad people to continue, unfettered, to hurt.

I found a verse in Joel which gave me great comfort: 

“I will restore to you the years that the swarming locust has eaten, the hopper, the destroyer, and the cutter…” Joel 2:25

I grabbed hold of that verse like a life preserver, holding the Lord to this promise. 

I planted the locust tree.

And I waited.

Eventually the pain ebbed.

The tree grew.

And I am reminded with every season that His mercies are new every morning…that He does restore the broken places.






the writers group. a poem.

like the uncertainty of an approaching storm

the staccato tap of fingers on keys

plays a scattered beat. I wonder

if that is the sound of

the soul

revealed like sign language,

the give

and take

battle of life