Doorways

Some people stay far away from the door if there’s a chance of it opening up. They hear a voice in the hall outside and hope that it just passes by. ~ Billy Joel My parents didn’t have to say it, but I know what they wanted for me. I know what they wanted for my brother. I know what they wanted for my sister. I know because it’s what I now want for my daughters… Doorways. I want them to recognize them. I want them to cautiously seek them. I want them to pray for guidance and walk through them. And when they find that it was the wrong one to choose, I want them to learn from it, …

Perspective

For the past few weeks I’ve been living on a 45-foot tour bus promoting a movie. I’ve never experienced anything like it. There are ten of us living in a confined space, rolling across the country. It is a different city every day. I am the “tour manager,” which is a fancy way of saying that I work on getting us media, point the driver in the right direction, keep the bus stocked with food, and everyone else on schedule. It’s a lonely life, this traveling. Life out of a dufflebag is far from glamorous. We travel through the night and it’s rarely comfortable. I miss my family. I miss my house. I even miss my dog. Still, I accepted …

Snapshot of Faith

Ruth was my grandmother’s cousin. As far as relatives go, it doesn’t get much more distant than that. I barely knew her. Since she was old and lived alone, I mowed her lawn as a favor to Grandma. A heavy set woman, Ruth would slowly make her way down the steps of her modest trailer to give me a glass of not-so-cold water in an amber-colored plastic cup with no ice. She’d make small talk about the humid weather or something. I would half-listen. I was young and busy, far too cool to give her much time. In fact, as she talked, I’d wonder why old ladies smell like bad perfume and moth balls. When Ruth died, it seems a …