Not even the bright lights and ice of an old rink can brighten a moment quite like the glow of a dozen smiles
I entered the space and walked to the boards and the glass, I lit up, forgetting for a moment all of life’s trials.
For there on the ice were our 11-yr old players, their siblings, team coaches and the hardy hockey parents
A fun spin on a practice slot that felt like kids of all ages having fun, a timely endorsement of perseverance.
I thank the Lord for the gift, the opportunity found in each new day.
And on some mornings, the gift opens in its’ glory, impossible to look away.
There I Can’t Wait To Be.
It was early this morning, cold and dark, and I was humbled in prayer
For my Uncle I asked that God’s will be done, was he better here, or up there?
They say that there are at least two sides to every story.
But so many only see what they see in some sort of self glory.
On a cold December afternoon, a mix of clouds and sun in the sky
We went over the river and into the woods, just the twins and I.
