There’s something Biblical about returning.

Not just to a place, but to a posture. Not to pretend nothing ever happened, but to come back to what we first loved, and find that we are wiser, even though wounded.

Many in midlife have wandered, willingly or not, from the structures and stories of our early faith. We’ve had hard losses and asked hard questions.

Some have quietly deconstructed.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about what it means to age well.

I am busy living, in real time, the truth that tells me that my God satisfies me with good things, and thus my youth is renewed “like the eagle”. (Ps. 103: 5)

Today was another milestone.

Once upon a time and on a very rainy day, a busy preacher brought a boatload of flowers home to his busy wife. Somehow, between hospital visits and phone calls and plans to go to maximum security prison that evening, the preacher also managed to squeeze in a trip to Trader Joe’s.

I’ve been juried into the coveted Wesleyan Artist Market this coming April.

This fabulous opportunity began when I was juried into one of Knoxville’s best art shows. The president of the Tellico Village Artist Guild spotted my work there in 2024 and reached out to me. As a result of ten years of hard work, a lot of courage, finally getting juried into the shows I wanted, never quitting in the face of impossible odds, and yet (paradoxically) nothing but the grace of God, I will soon be giving a talk on “The Art of Inquiry,”