community, Compassion / 18.08.2016

The language veiled her words, but tears told her broken story. I understood the words abuse, hunger, and homelessness. All foreign despite my ability to translate. But there were familiar words too. Sorrow. Depression. Fear. Her story was a world apart in many ways, yet ultimately not unlike my own and yours. In the end, every woman's heart longs for the same love. Her moist eyes shined as she talked of  strength and friendship found with Colleen and the other women at the mission. Laughing, she said men don't understand women like women do. How could they? A community of women who break and...

community, Compassion / 17.08.2016

  Find where God is working and meet Him there. ~Henry Blackaby Sunday evening we gathered with twenty women to hear Nicol Epple, founder of The LOV Foundation, share her passion to care for at-risk and exploited women. The women were brought together by Martha Mason, who welcomed them by reading this quote: If you want to make a difference with people,  you just need to find like-minded people  who share a common goal for doing something significant. You just need to want to make a difference together. ~John Maxwell                                   Martha shared how she'd found encouragement in her own dreams and endeavors when attending Winsome two years ago. This year Martha heard...

community, Compassion / 12.08.2016

I'm driving through the countryside near our home. The curvy back roads hug the base of the mountain ridge like a summer skirt. Centuries-old stone farmhouses stand framed by broad, green fields, lazy cattle, blue sky, and billowy clouds. My pulse slows. Shallow breaths find the fullness that has evaded them for days. My heart and mind settle in the peaceful rest only such beauty offers. I talk to God and sing, and I'm overwhelmed by His great love and faithfulness. My trip takes me through a small town. As I approach, my heart begins to sink. The surrounding beauty grows dim...

living well / 02.08.2016

I've loved it as long as I can remember—the woodsy smell, the crackling, popping sound. Fire.Maybe it's my memories of camping with my family in the Rocky Mountains of New Mexico. My Brooklyn-bred dad always seemed happiest there. Whatever it is, the red glow and heat have always mesmerized me.But fire and its glowing cousins haven't always provided happy memories. We've had our mishaps. Of all my fuzzy recollections of childhood, some of the most distinct involve fire.I must have been five years old, sitting by my muse and watching her colorful dance . . . blue, white, red, and...

living well / 27.07.2016

"As soon as I stepped foot on the beach, I could feel the stress melt away." My freshly tanned friend looks like she's just returned from vacation. Her golden skin gives it away, but there's something else too. The tension in her face and body is gone, and her eyes come to life as she describes her family's short getaway. Our conversation continues, as we discuss what it is about vacation that makes life so enjoy-able and how we might bring some of the vacation lifestyle home. We may not be able to bottle the ocean's negatively charged ions, but I believe we can harness some...

living well / 18.07.2016

Well here we are again. It's Monday, and you and your planner are raring to go! As you sit sipping your coffee and ready to wrangle this week into hour-by-half-hour-order with your strategies and pencil in hand, give me your ear for just a minute. I promise I won't take long. I know how important world domination is. But hear me. It's just a Monday. There's nothing too significant about it. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and even Saturday and Sunday are all pretty similar. They're septuplets with the same twenty-four hour DNA. I get that Monday wants a plan. She's Type A like that. All...