On Monday after the stormy winds had blown on by, the phone started to ring. Friends were “checking in” to make sure we were okay. I am happy to report that everybody here at Casa Dunbar is in one piece. We didn’t even lose power at our house, and we spent the day inside playing…
I am tired of haters. Watching a group of Americans stand united to promote discord and bigotry is revolting. We are all created in the image of a holy God. We all bleed red. We are all sinners in need of a Savior. Pride and animosity are tools of the enemy birthed in the pit…
I felt slimed. I had approached the conversation open, available and receptive. The cynical response I received weighed me down and covered me in shame. I felt suffocated, and I started to backpedal immediately. I gave a lame excuse for my departure and bolted out the door. Safely in the refuge of my car, I…
Every weekday at 4:30 PM, I’d position myself on the sidewalk and stand watch. His arrival was as predictable as the persistent tick tock of the Mickey Mouse watch on my tiny left wrist. He’d guide the beat up red Pinto into the same single parking space and climb out with a sloppy smile on…
I unzipped my purse and started fishing for my wallet as I bit my lower lip in shame. With my driver’s license and insurance card in hand, I scrambled out of the car with the strong wind of condemnation whipping across my face. I thought I’d looked in the rear-view mirror, but I guess I…
The conversation ended, and I felt hollow. The words spoken sucked the joy right out of me and dried up my soul. I knew I should not engage in such a thorny conversation. But the poisonous seeds were quickly scattered, and I didn’t know how to stop them from taking root in the soil of…