No! I can’t do that!

  You may remember that my April Monthly Musings centered on the disciple Peter, who floundered after the death of his friend, Jesus. As he stood at the sea, he announced to his friends, “I’m going fishing.” A decision that would take him back to his old, familiar way...

I am going fishing

The water lapped at the feet of the ruddy-faced men who stood at the edge of the Sea of Tiberias. Normal bantering and fast movements pushed aside, they gazed at the horizon, uncertain of what to do next. Peter slowly turned to face the others and quietly announced, “I...

Fear or Faith?

I invited my friend, Shirley Mewhinney, to share her recent experiences during the unexpected crisis that has rocked our world. There isn't a better message for our world today than Gail's blog title, Live Above Fear! In our private times, and even in public, most of us are experiencing moments of...

Slices of Time

What is the hardest thing for you to give up on a daily basis? For me, it’s my time. Since I’m a planner, it’s a continual challenge to release time to spend with people and get involved with things outside my agenda. In the past, I gave more priority...

The Downside of People Pleasing

I still struggle with what people think of me. Proof surfaced during the opening night of the annual Word Weavers retreat in Leesburg, Florida. We were asked to dress as our favorite detective to coincide with the theme: Your Identity as Writers. I chose Miss Marple, the unexpected detective...

Tend Your Garden

“Gail, remember to tend your garden!” Shirley is the kind of friend who sends me these kinds of alerts whenever she discerns I’m forgetting to pause and tend my own personal garden. To give myself permission to slow down and go someplace or do something that allows me to...

Where is Alan?

Ever since my divine encounter with Alan at the beach several months ago, I’d wondered what had happened in his life since our conversation. (The full story of Alan . . . Man at the Sea) In June, my nephew Casey, great niece Piper and I enjoyed an overnight...

Man at the Sea

He sat in stillness, as if mesmerized by the crashing waves in front of him. “Mind if I take your picture?” I ventured. After his consent for a photo shoot, I asked him the standard beach-side question, “Where’re you from?” “I live here and usually come once a day....