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Eternally Grateful

I know they say you can’t come home again. I just had to come back one last time. ~ Miranda Lambert Growing up Catholic was confusing for me. I attended St. Helen Elementary School, a parochial school in my hometown of Saginaw, Michigan. It’s a traditional brick school house built in 1951. The school was already twenty-five years old when I went there, but it seemed more ancient than that. I thought Jesus himself was once a student and we probably shared some of the same teachers. Some might call this a simpler time, but I spent much of my days in fear, baffled by everything around me. Nothing made sense; not the nuns, not the priests, and certainly not …

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THIS

If only there was a way to bottle it and take it home. If only the simple things that make life beautiful could somehow be captured and kept. What a powerful anecdote it could be. If only… Today, I am in Northern Michigan visiting my ninety-four year old Father-in-law, and celebrating three birthdays: my Mother-in-law’s, my wife’s and my own. I spent the entire day with my sixteen-year-old daughters. No plan. No agenda. We just walked around the beach town streets of Charlevoix, Michigan on a warm, breezy fall day. We ate lunch. We had ice cream. We fed fish in a pond. We looked for treasures along the shore and took selfies on the pier. This is life. This …

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Seize Your Season

Although it doesn’t much feel like it yet in Nashville, change is in the air. Despite the calendar’s nudge, the southern sizzle is stubborn and the humidity will not be humbled. But soon, the leaves will lose their grip in their annual free-fall race to the bottom. The days will shorten, the air will become crisp and nearly every product you use will be offered in pumpkin spice. Change is in the air. The seasons were God’s idea, and its brilliant when you consider the why. Perhaps we were supposed to more readily recognize the ever-changing seasons within us and within others. Just a quick glance at my tiny circle of friends reveals so much. Meg is pregnant with twins. …

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My Interview with a Living Man

“Moments are everything. Moments are snapshots of eternity and we need to enjoy and live to the fullest every moment that we have.” ~ Steve Johnson Steve Johnson is a 70-year old miracle with pants on. I think he’ll like that line. Although he’ll probably come back with a wise crack about not wearing any pants, and that will inevitably lead to a pun about telling the “naked truth.” That’s just how Steve rolls. He’s funny. He’s smart as a whip. And his body is filled with cancer. It’s in his bones, on his lung and in his brain. “Incurable,” the doctors told him. That was sixteen months ago. Since then, he has laughed, he has loved, and he has …

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Hidden in Plain Sight

My wife and daughters love sunflowers. And really, who doesn’t? We heard about this farm not far from our house where they planted thousands of them. This we had to see! So on a Sunday evening after dinner, we went in search of beauty. We were soon disappointed. As our car rolled slowly up the farm’s long, gravel driveway, we saw that the peak sunflower season had apparently passed. They didn’t look so good. Recent heavy rains had slumped their stalks. Their once grand pedals were tired, wilted or scattered on the ground waiting on the wind to carry them away. Their sad slouch almost made me turn the car around. Instead, we got out and took a stroll. We …