A Good Tired
Every muscle ached, legs felt mired in concrete, shirt soaked through with sweat; still I hadn’t felt this alive in months. In my sixth month of shoulder rehab, I knew the last warm day of the […]
Every muscle ached, legs felt mired in concrete, shirt soaked through with sweat; still I hadn’t felt this alive in months. In my sixth month of shoulder rehab, I knew the last warm day of the […]
In September, Mr. Ron Gallagher (an insightful writing friend), published a post entitled No Breath–No Life (https://gallagherspen.com/2019/09/21/no-breath-no-life/). His thoughts about a stagnant pool of water in his neighborhood led me to think about two things. First,
When was the first time you remember sitting down at a formal meal? We’re talking the decades old bone china with gold inlays (the stuff you have to hand wash), stemmed crystal water glasses with a
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There’s a reason I’ve edited others’ writing using green ink for the past thirty-five years; I hate bleeding pages. While many attribute their aversion to editing to their grade school years, seeing red ink on graded
It has sat in my office for nearly forty years now. Always within my field of view; the beret I once wore serves as a solemn reminder. When I stop to look at it, I am
Isn’t it amazing how God can use all of His creation to teach us? Just last week, He taught me that whatever season of life we are in, there’s value we can bring to His kingdom.
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I was overwhelmed with how many commented on last week’s post (Even Ugly Has a Purpose) about how God can use ugly; moving me to write this follow-up. As much as I enjoy being a rancher,
Finding the Beauty Within Read More »
If you see a cow frothing at the mouth, slobbering all over themselves, and chewing for all their worth, you know they’ve found one. Every year, late summer or early fall, they arrive. Without question, the
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Today, I’m honored to welcome my friend Karen O’Kelley Allen as this week’s guest blogger here at the Cross-Dubya. Ms. Karen is a demure “Alabama girl” with a gentle spirit and a fire for God within.
Horse D’Oeuvres Served With a Bit of Almighty Read More »
On lazy Sunday afternoons, I sometimes remind myself of my cattle; leisurely grazing and napping my way through the day. I’ve learned to never weigh myself on a Monday morning. I don’t come close to eating
Something to Chew On Read More »