WORD TO THE WISE: Thanksgiving, Santa, & I Am Second

Well…it has indeed been a while.  I haven’t written a Word to the Wise post in quite some time.  But now they’re back!  Sundays will bring with them copious amounts of coffee, church services, and my weirdly named three object blog posts.  Let’s get started this Sunday, November 27th with a lovely post about three things that have majorly affected my week. Continue reading

That Thing I Love


Oh yes.  I love it so much.  This is the Crosley Musician CR704C-PA.  I don’t remember how many Christmases it has been now.  But I asked for a record player.  I found this one while shopping with my mother at Big Lots (Just gave Big Lots a shout out there because of how GRATEFUL I AM FOR MY RECORD PLAYER!!!).  But I digress.  I love my record player so, SO much.  And let me tell you a couple of reasons why. Continue reading

Once Upon a Time…

She had been dreaming.  She was on a small island all alone which, at first, seemed nice.  But then the storm started.  Pouring rain compounded by roaring waves left her clinging desperately to anything she could find in an effort to not be washed out to sea.  Suddenly she noticed…pieces of her small island were being chiseled off and were floating out to sea.  Her small plot of safety got smaller and smaller by the minute.  With every wave, with every gust of wind, with every lightening strike until suddenly she was left perching precariously on a pillar of granite that had been the heart of her little island.  She clung to the top of this rock waiting for it to fall over… Continue reading

Bahora Bahora.

I graduated from college in 2014.  It has been two years now since I had a report due, a project to finish, or a paper to write and I have learned something truly fantastic since that time…


No seriously.  I really love to read.  It is amazing how much more enjoyable it is when you get to pick what you read!  So I’m always on the lookout for a new book.  And as someone who is always on the lookout for a new book and someone who loves to read…my other house of worship is Barnes & Noble (before you overreact…this is not sacrilege.  I grow as close to God perusing the shelves and reading my devotions at the cafe as some people do with a long walk.) Continue reading

trump. (as in “beats out”).

Okay kiddos.  I haven’t spoken on the election because…the fact is, it isn’t very high up on my radar right now.  But when I woke up this morning and started thinking about today’s blog post…I thought of the election, Max Lucado, the book of Isaiah and Amy Grant.  Let’s start with Amy Grant.  Pull up her album How Mercy Looks from Here and go to track 4: “Deep As It Is Wide (featuring Sheryl Crow and Eric Paslay)”.  Put that on endless repeat and let me hop up on this virtual podium for a hot minute. Continue reading

From Where I’m Standing…

From where I’m standing, the world isn’t flat…but it’s lowly.  It’s beneath me, and far beneath me.  It’s not just that it is a couple degrees lower than I am.  It is like we exist on two completely different planes.  I exist far above it…and it tries to exist far beneath me.

And from this vantage point I notice some things.  First of all, it’s on fire!  Shades of red, yellow, orange, and brown give this lowly land an appearance of passion.  Burning passion.  Fiery passion.  I exist far above it, closer to God and farther from the inferno.  But there is something about this passion of colors that causes me to wish that I could fall deep within its heat.  

Next, I notice that there is more noise here.  From high upon my precipice there is the sound of wind whipping through these hollow, hallowed, hallways reminding me of this fact: I’m alone.  There are birds here.  They fly over me, around me, and under me.  They sing to one another in a language I cannot understand.  And it saddens me…and it maddens me.  Down in the valley, the lowly, the fire…the wind can’t reach them and the birds get still there.  It is more fiery, it is more full, it is more quiet, it is more friendly.  There are other people there in houses…in homes.  I am lofty and lonely while they are friendly and familiar.  I have what I think I want while they have what I know I need.  I guess what I’m trying to say is:

From where I’m standing…I’d rather be standing somewhere else.

Suggested Listening: “My Church” by Maren Morris

Stuff & Things

So.  I’m sitting by the fire place at the Panera Bread in Boone, North Carolina.  I’ve got an hour before I have to leave for an appointment with my therapist.  I really want to write.  And the thing that is still foremost on my mind right now is the death of my father.  But I think I’ve devoted enough of my words to that.  It will forever be on my mind and heart.  But I think it is already time for my words to move on a little bit.  So…what to write about?  I decided to check my Bible app and see if anything jumped out at me. Continue reading