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Thursday, April 30, 2026

Author Spotlight: Kyle L. White


Many moons ago, when we lived in DeKalb, Illinois, we attended the Evangelical-Free Church. I will never forget one memorable service when the then-youth pastor, Kyle L. White, delivered the sermon after witnessing the birth of his firstborn that morning. We were new parents as well, and ripe for his reflections. I have long wished for a transcript of that sermon. It was profound, and delivered with awe and reverence.

A few years later, I started a small writer's group at the church. I needed accountability to complete my Institute of Children's Literature course. I had hit an impasse in my final assignment of 3 chapters of a novel. Thus, began a wonderful stint of cameraderie and encouragement in the best writing group I've attended. We shared our work monthly, and even joined up to attend the annual Write-to-Publish Conference in nearby Wheaton, IL. Oh, the laughter during those hour-long commutes to the conference! Meeting Kyle through his sermons was impressive. But discovering his writing was equally so.

Kyle is an author/illustrator/storyteller. I think of him as a modern contemplative writer. His literary and artistic works have been published by Prism Magazine, Zondervan Publishing, Windy City Sports, and Door Peninsula Voice. He has written eight books, some of which include: Wisconsin River of Grace (2009), Neighbor As Yourself (2016), Haiti! Up! (2018), Bear. With Me {A Field Journal} (2019), and Freezing, Thawing: New & Revised Stories From the Midwest (2020). 


Several of these are available through his Amazon author page. He served as the 2022 Artist-in-Residence at the Sycamore Public Library and has had his books featured on Northern Public Radio. When not drawing or writing, he actively presents workshops on art, writing, and storytelling. Kyle graciously agreed to answer my questions to highlight his writings on my blog.


Q1: I scribbled stories as a young child and wrote poetry in my teens. Yet, I didn't really consider myself a writer until I completed my first National Novel Writing Month 50,000 word challenge. When did you first think of yourself as a writer?

Kyle: I think I’ve always thought of myself as a “creative”, since I was a kid. I don’t know if we still use “creative” as a noun. But writer, specifically? In junior high and high school I experienced the most academic success and encouragement in the areas of writing and journalism, so I think I must have identified as a “writer” to some degree. But, post-college, writing became a guilty pleasure or hobby. When I found myself underemployed in the early 2000s, tho’, I started freelance illustrating and writing–it’s then that I felt like a “writer”. But also at that very same time, the two of us became part of that writers’ group at our church. Thank you, because that community and rhythm did the most to restore or establish my identity as a writer. Because of that group I found more of my voice, began writing the things that were unique to me, started publishing essays, and then from those I published my first book. I wonder if your identity, Wendy, as a writer, was helped along at all by being involved in the NaNoWriMo community, and not only the completion of the task… ?

Q2: I'm sure you're right, Kyle, although there wasn't as much community in that as in our group. I never really had others cheering me on from the sidelines. Even my kids often teased about all that effort just to secure a Nanowrimo certificate. But, I think that was when I began leaning more into novel-writing (writing Christian YA at the start, a tough sell). And I felt I really was accomplishing something significant. For years, that was my chosen focus, until it shifted more toward non-fiction. What kind of writing do you prefer?

Kyle: I used to write these longer essays, to kind of justify my existence: how much “clever” can I pack in here? But when I began reading my writing in front of audiences, I got tired of hearing myself talk! So, I began simplifying and reducing. Like shifting from sermons to homilies. It felt more conversational with, and kind to, audiences. Short, humorous, reflective pieces, typically. I’m motivated by writers like E.B. White (his editorials), Louis Jenkins (prose poems), and Frederick Buechner (his creative non-fiction, in particular). I also pretend to write poetry once in a while. I want to leave space on the page for the reader to think.

Q3: Your writing has universality and depth. I'm impressed with how you take something that has inherent humor and then, suddenly, that humor drives a deep, spiritual insight. It is as if you think in metaphor. For example, in your book, Neighbor As Yourself, you have a piece about catching and releasing a fish. On the surface, it seems to be a sketch about the challenge of removing a hook from a large, shaking bass. Yet, eventually, the reader is contemplating emotional wounds and Christ's finger both poking and healing them. Do you keep a notebook of images and develop the metaphors later, or are you capturing both the insignificant and the significant simultaneously while it is happening? Tell us a bit about your writing process.

Kyle: Your questions are beautifully written and so encouraging–they make me want to finish some projects! As a kid, some of my earliest memories are of being in bed at night, looking out the window and wondering what’s behind that curtain of stars? I do feel as tho’ I’m always looking through a thing to the bigger story on the other side of it. Maybe that’s every writer? Louis Jenkins, one of my favorite poets, has this piece about retiring from his poetry business. In the closing line he says, maybe he’ll: “Take up golf. Spend more time with the family. Maybe I’ll just walk around and look at things with absolutely no compulsion to say anything at all about them.” I love it. My writing process is sporadic, but I am consistent with keeping a net out for metaphor. A sketchbook, or notebook, being my net. Most every day, in my notebook, I’m playing with some drawing, or bit of words.

Q4: I'm a big fan of your essay, "Circus World Museum," as it emphasizes the role of the church in this sin-sick world. It is one of my favorites. But then, I also love the lighthearted "To Whom it May Concern" (a job recommendation for Autumn) and "Funeral for Summer." There's also the "Quotidian Meeting of Insomnia Committee." Do you have any favorites from your writings?

Kyle: Thank you. I haven’t read those for awhile and I need to go back and take a look. One piece of mine that I am consistently satisfied with, and that I like reading to audiences, is “Wendell Planted a Tree for Me.” It’s from Freezing, Thawing: New & Revised Stories from the Midwest (2020). I like it ‘cause it has the elements that I’m most always digging for in my pieces: humor, community, mortality, God. There’s also a piece called “Geeses” from my upcoming book. It surprised me the way it came out fully formed, like it had been brewing underneath.

Q5: I'm always curious about the preliminaries various writers prefer. Like Dickens, I walk before I sit down to work on a novel. It prompts the creative juices and allows time to simmer in ideas and characters. However, I haven't worked on a novel in a long time, and the weather tends to foil my outdoor walking. Do you have specific locations for writing or tools of the trade? Do you begin each session with walking or with prayer?

Kyle: Yes, walking is thinking and that leads to writing for me. Any time I am afforded space to think–vacations, solo road trips, morning coffee–that leads to writing. Being in Wisconsin, my homeland, inspires me to write. I don’t necessarily pray before writing– I would say that the act of writing is prayer in my experience.

Q6: I love that! Yes, oftentimes writing is prayer. Several of your essays focus on writing. I'm thinking of "Hunting for Words" (an apt comparison), "The Muse," and "Postcards from the Edge of the Bluff." In that last essay, you say, "Why write? To love and to be loved. I write because 'I wish you were here.' The 'here' being inside my head. A scary thought? But my writing self is probably my truest self. I write to know and to be known. I write to send a postcard." Have you ever wanted to abandon writing or have you ever experienced a dry spell that lingered? What would be your recommendation for a writer in that liminal space, when the muse is silent and showing up is hard?

Kyle: Thoughts of abandonment come more when I’m trying to figure out how to reach a larger audience with my creative work. It’s such a social media game and can leave lots of artists lamenting, “What’s the point?” But in terms of writer’s block, the problem is more my inconsistency in taking time for writing. When I do need inspiration, walking helps to jog things loose, like you mentioned. And reading poetry–Louis Jenkins, Wendell Berry, Billy Collins–makes me want to play with words. Joni Mitchell, supposedly said: “Unlike some of my peers, I haven’t really hit a writer’s block. When I hit a block I just paint, which is an old crop rotation trick.” Sketching and drawing help stir up my writing, too.


Q7: Yes, you are not only a writer, but also an illustrator. I have one of your lovely prints on my wall to remind me to press on in my writing goals, stewarding whatever gifts God has given. That print, and other unique, contemplative art prints can be purchased from your art website (link here). What is your favorite thing about the intersection of your writing and your art? Do you sketch daily, or when you have something in mind? 

Kyle: All of my creative spark started with comics. Then, in high school and college, I was the schools’ newspaper cartoonist. So, my art interests mostly have to do with: How do I marry image with text, in small spaces, in the most meaningful way? I draw daily and think it’s the best way for me to pay attention in the world;  I often facilitate classes on “sketchbook as practice,” and on field journaling.

Q8: For the past few years, I've enjoyed receiving your newsletters. You invite interaction. You generate thoughts about creativity and art. If any reader would like to sign up for your newsletter, where can they do so?

Kyle: Thank you! People can find all my points of contact here: https://linktr.ee/kylewhiteink

Q9: What is your favorite method of getting your work out to readers and listeners?

Kyle: Favorite and effective are two different things apparently! The typical routes: Instagram; newsletter; etc. I also do readings on our local NPR station–they have a segment called “Perspectives” where locals can share opinions and thoughts on most-any topic. And I have had “story nights” which are interactive readings. I think those story nights are my favorite and most effective avenues.

Q10: Do you have a work-in-progress right now?

Kyle: I have a new book that released on 4/26/26 called Just Out There Somewhere: Thoughts About Moving On. Thanks for these wonderful questions, Wendy. And thanks for being such an advocate for writers.


If you'd like to sample/listen to one of Kyle's NPR Perspective pieces, you can click here. This humorous 90-second listen is called, "About That Book You Borrowed." I'm thrilled to have the opportunity to introduce others to Kyle White's writing, art, and storytelling. Check out his work. You'll be glad you did! Now, I'm off to request Kyle's new book as a Mother's Day/birthday gift. Then, I'll check to see if Kyle lent me a book I've failed to return. Ha!

Wednesday, March 18, 2026

Mid-month Mention #2: Recent Articles Worth Reading


Transported Curiosity

I now have another place to put on a larger bucket list (not my small local one). I would love to visit Lake Havasu City, Arizona. This is the site of something very cool. Did you know that London Bridge was transported to Arizona in 1968? Seriously! What a random and highly unlikely fact! Naomi Xu Elegant writes a fascinating explanation of it in her piece, "The Ideal City." It contains photos of the transporting process and all that went into creating a river to run under the bridge. The whole article is so delightful that I immediately sent the link to my brother (just promoted to Senior Construction Field Representative for the architectural firm where he works, so I knew it would interest him).

Content Caution

My smaller bucket list lost one item after I read this scathing article, by Sarah Reardon, about the modern take on Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights. Sarah's essay, "We're Being Shaped by Smut," is one I agree with wholeheartedly. It is utterly depressing. What depths our society has sunken to! I despair when modern books constantly sanction immorality by inserting it ad naseum into almost every book published. How disheartening that you cannot go to see a movie depicting a literary classic without being assaulted by trash and smut! If, like me, you had wanted to view that movie, I highly suggest seeking an older, cleaner version. Emily Bronte, a clergyman's daughter, must be shuddering in the grave! I'm so glad I didn't attempt to go see this current presentation. It would have made me uncomfortable enough to walk out.

Sitting with Suffering

Speaking of being uncomfortable. Lent is a time leading up to the cross. We say we want to sit with Christ and share in His suffering, but so often it makes us uncomfortable. We squirm and would rather get to Sunday, to the moment of redemption. With Tony Campolo (who I heard speak when I was at Wheaton), we say, "It's Friday, but Sunday's a'comin'!"

I stumbled upon this excellent article by Zeke Smith, The Armchair Chaplain. It is titled, "Ilia Malinin: Is This What You Wanted?" In the article, he discusses Ilia's Olympic performance and the reaction of the press. They hounded Ilia after his failures and pushed him to look to 2030. At the end, Ilia presented a flawless performance in the exhibition gala, when there were no judges, no points, and no pressure. You can view that performance here. It is set to a tune I'd never heard, "Fear," by NF. It immediately made me think of my son because apparently it was written at a time in the artist's life when he suffered a relapse. As far as I know, my son hasn't relapsed, but we're still sitting in the suffering and the struggle. We still would love to see the redemption at the end of this road.

Zeke Smith shifts from the question of the song, "Is This What You Wanted?," to a story about Derek Redmond's emotional Olympic injury. Apparently, after breaking a hamstring, his father broke from the stands to help him cross the finish line (a beautiful picture of a father's love). Smith writes, "None of us want to be known for our worst moments, even when our worst moments are the ones that make us most recognizably human.... The truth is, none of us want the path of the cross. We're not good at sitting with suffering." When people are suffering, we must be willing to sit in the suffering with them, rather than pushing them to the purpose, the redemption that is not quite there yet. These are great words. It is an article well worth reading.

Motivational Mantra

I also found these incredibly motivating lines in Alice Lemee's article, "A Love Letter from Thailand." 

"Everybody wants to get to heaven, but nobody wants to die to get there. Morbidly, I want to engrave this into my brain. It is the ultimate motivator. Forget the Pomodoro or Eat the Frog. One day, you will die. Are you juicing every drop from our sun? Or are you postponing yourself?"

Saturday, January 17, 2026

Mid-month Mention: Smiling With Josh and Jase

These days one's Facebook feed can be pretty depressing. Life just keeps racheting up a notch. Division rules the day. But, I've recently been blessed by a new bright light of sunshine in my Facebook feed. I'm sure it is driven by algorithms. The more I watch, the more of this content I see. 

Well, in this case, that's absolutely fine by me. That ray of sunshine comes from two British blokes who love to travel to the United States. Josh Clarke and Jason Riley go by Josh and Jase, and they are everywhere on the internet these days. I could listen to them talking all day long. I love their accents. I adore their wacky reactions to crazy things about my country. At some point, I saw a short about words that don't mean the same thing in the UK. I can't find it now. Alas, it made me laugh as I remembered my own accidental use of words that are taken differently in Britain.

When I first visited Britain, I studied with Wheaton College's summer program at Oxford. I took a bus and spent a weekend with some American friends who were living in London. Of course, these American friends had British friends who wanted to teach me a British sport called Rounders (similar to baseball). I was concerned that they might ruin their white clothes, so I called out, "Don't slide, David! You'll soil your pants!" Everyone burst out laughing as David, looking horrified, cried out in his delightful British accent, "Oh! I hope not!" Apparently, they believed he was wearing white "trousers" while I used their term for men's underwear, "pants." My bad! It would have worsened if I had said, "You might fall on your fanny!" It can be tricky not to mis-step with language.

Josh and Jase are highly entertaining. I'm an older person, so I'm not on Tik Tok or Instagram and am only now encountering this delightful duo. You really must go check them out.

They can be found under several handles on Facebook: Josh and Jase, Josh from England, The Accent Guy, Life With Josh, or Josh's Faith Corner (Josh has sadly lost followers after declaring his Christianity).

Or you can watch their You Tube channel: Josh and Jase.

If you'd rather, you can find them on TikTok or Instagram.

And if you wish to send some support their way, here's a link to their Patreon. I didn't realize how important their support is until I watched this recent video about their lengthy process acquiring visas for travel to continue their content creation in the US. 


To think they had to spend $60,000 in various fees to get these visas blows my mind. Subscribe. Follow them. Let's keep them coming to America and making their fun, lighthearted videos to brighten everyone's day. Maybe one day they'll come to Indiana. I'll stay tuned.

Monday, December 15, 2025

Mid-month Mention: Substack Fare


Since Just Between Us published my article, "When the Journey Becomes the Gift," on their Substack-based site, I have been frequenting Substack more than usual. It appears this is where all the creatives hang out. Although I don't like to be out of the loop, I'm not technologically savvy, so I feel mystified by some of what goes on. I gather writers post notes and articles and some people access this on a free basis, while others pay the writer to subscribe for more content. Personally, I cannot afford to subscribe to every writer I wish to read (thus, my great love of the library). 

I get it! As a writer, I want people to find my words. My main struggle has always been with that drive that seems imperative for writers, to establish "platform." Oh, how I hate that word. To me, it is like waving a flag that says, "Look at me! Look at me! Look at what I can do" (to quote a Saturday Night Live sketch with the obnoxious child who is always drawing attention to himself). When I put the Substack app on my phone, it began to offer up categories I might wish to explore. Through that, I have indeed found writers I enjoy.

I think I entered Substack Land originally to access the poetry of Randy Edwards, writings of Jeanine Joyner, and The Rabbit Room. Now, I have signed on for some Spurgeon. Spurgeon, in turn, recommended a new page with Advent content from one of my favorite prayer writers, J. C. Ryle (author of the outstanding pamphlet, Do You Pray?). This new Substack with J. C. Ryle content can be found here.

What blew me away, earlier this month, was finding a writer who understands and articulates the discomfort I feel with the marketing side of writing. Grant Herbel's Substack, called "The Writer's Calling," is another recommended site that I am so grateful to have found. He posted a two-part article on "How Christian Writers Can Use Substack Notes." In the first segment, he expressed my internal thoughts on how icky marketing makes me feel. 

He writes, "On the one hand, we feel the pressure of the internet age: the demand to be loud, to be everywhere, to build a platform, to 'stop the scroll.' Honestly, it feels exhausting. It often feels like the opposite of the quiet work we are called to do. On the other hand, we carry a fire.... You have been given a message that could help someone. And lighting a lamp just to hide it under a bowl doesn't feel right, either.... The answer lies in shifting our perspective from promotion to stewardship.... When we view visibility as stewardship--as faithfully carrying the bread to the hungry--all of that changes. We stop trying to be 'famous' and start trying to be findable."

His words articulate the internal struggle I have battled. His advice rings true. I hope to glean encouragement from his writing, so that my writing doesn't remain hidden under a bushel. I want to shine whatever light God has placed within me into a dying world, desperate for His light, and witness to His transforming power.

Of course, I don't even fully understand how all of this works, but am eager to learn. I really wanted to pay for a full subscription to Herbel's writing, but with lots of money going out for our prodigal and his needs, I will hold off on that for now. Still, I wanted to provide a link for my readers. If you follow this link to The Writer's Calling, I will receive a free month subscription for every 3 individuals who subscribe (paid or free). Win for you! Win for me! 

After so many months without writing, I am back to caring about where my words (the words God plants in me to bloom for others) land and grow. I am back to praying about my calling to write. If you are a regular reader, you know that I dedicated 2025 to fasting and prayer for my prodigal and other needs of friends and family. It has been rough going. Often, the extra time spent focused on the many impossibilities we face stirs exhaustion and defeat. Throwing a spotlight on the challenge, in spite of full belief that God's got this, tends to make me introspective and low.

This morning, I found a small note on Substack from Chloe Elizabeth. It is a Corrie ten Boom quote. She writes, "If you look at the world, you'll be distressed. If you look within, you'll be depressed. If you look at Christ, you'll be at rest." Words to live by, indeed! And a fine example of how these notes/words on Substack provide something of value to the reader.

Thursday, June 5, 2025

Book Review: Being Elisabeth Elliot

I'm so grateful to Sara Brunsvold for mentioning the two-part biography of Elisabeth Elliot, written by Ellen Vaughn. The Hoopla access to both Becoming Elisabeth Elliot and Being Elisabeth Elliot kept my interest piqued during my daily treadmill time. My only complaint with listening to biographies in audio form is that the reader misses out on the accompanying photos. For the first book, I found a hard copy at a local church library. A friend offered to lend me the hardback of the second book, but I may purchase this set.

In Becoming Elisabeth Elliot, we learn some of her exacting personality. In Being Elisabeth Elliot, the quirks and, even perhaps, failings seem more pronounced. Vaughn clarifies the importance of truth-telling in a biography. Elisabeth was not perfect (only Christ is). Despite an intense dedication to obedience to the Lord, she gave in to loneliness and relational desires. It was appalling to read of the flirtations that went on between Elisabeth and her soon-to-be second husband, while that man's dying wife was still alive. This detracted from her testimony.

Several favorite parts made me want to own this book. I loved the societal explanation of the '60s, Elisabeth's views on Christian ideals, and an outstanding and inspiring testimony drawn from the life of her son-in-law. Even though I was born mid-way through the 60s, the descriptions were so spot-on and well-written. Vaughn's word choices and witty commentary made me smile.

I, too, struggle with a Christianity that adheres to actions determining a person's spiritual depth. Elisabeth felt that truth liberates where dogma imprisons. I cannot remember if this is a quote from Elisabeth's or from Ellen's perspective, but it bears repeating. "We love to establish worldliness as something to be combatted by elimination of activities rather than internal attitudes." How many hold that a true Christian doesn't smoke, drink, or cuss, goes to church on Sundays and Wednesdays, and participates in a variety of ministries? These externals are all well and good, but the internals are far more significant. Elisabeth was always in a fight against graven images, often ones produced by the church.

As for Walt Shepherd's dramatic testimony, I loved it so much I transcribed it from the audio to share with my wayward son. Walt's parents were missionaries. Yet, as he came into himself, he rejected their views and beliefs. He walked a perilous path. There was even a miraculous rescue from a burning car (perhaps by angels). God's hand was clearly on Walt's life. His story was worth taking the time to transcribe from the audiobook (for my keeping). It is in Chapter 31, if you can find a copy of the book and wish to read it for yourself.

All in all, Elisabeth endured more suffering than many of us will ever know. She may not have always made the best choices, but she determined to obey her Lord and Savior. I can align with her views on obedience, on suffering, on women's roles, and on God's daily grace. Her books have been, and will continue to be, a blessing to Christians everywhere. God used her life in mighty ways, despite her failings.    

Monday, December 30, 2024

My Top Ten Reads of 2024

2024 was an outstanding year for reading! Out of the 67 books I read and reviewed, 42 of them (63%) were 4 or 5 star reads. Only 3 books (4%) received a 2 star rating from me. One third of the books were 3 star reads. In looking back over the quarterly lists, I highly recommended ten books:

Do You Pray? by J. C. Ryle - Christian Nonfiction



Loving Him Well by Gary Thomas - Christian Nonfiction



A Lifelong Love by Gary Thomas - Christian Nonfiction



Only the Beautiful by Susan Meissner - Historical Fiction



If I Were You by Lynn Austin - Historical Fiction



Listening for Lions by Gloria Whelan - Middle Grade Historical Fiction



Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte - Fiction Classic



Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt - Fiction



Catching Foxes by John Henderson - Christian Nonfiction



Waiting Isn't a Waste by Mark Vroegop - Christian Nonfiction


I would like to give an honorable mention to the following five books:

The Lincoln Highway by Amor Towles - Historical Fiction
Authentically, Izzy by Pepper Basham - Humorous Christian Romance
The Divine Proverb of Streusel by Sara Brunsvold - Christian Fiction
Hope is the First Dose by Dr. W. Lee Warren - Christian Nonfiction
Funny Story by Emily Henry - Humorous Romance

Monday, September 16, 2024

Mid-month Mention: Rabbit Room and Poets

 


Perhaps a year ago, I stumbled upon the Rabbit Room Chinwag Facebook group. What a treat! Like-minded creatives and individuals who seek to honor God.

It was here I discovered a poem by Christopher Owen that I appreciate on many levels. I love the rhythm and sound. I appreciate the description of God's intention for His creation and for the glory He will assume when He returns to reclaim us for His kingdom. The poem is called, "This is Beginning to End." Follow the link to watch him recite it because it has a wonderful "spoken word" feel. I sometimes listen to the Button Poetry offerings when they come up on my Facebook feed. How I wish for a Christian equivalent! If there was one, Christopher Owen's poem would fit perfectly. I am with him in his desire for Christ to come quickly! We are waiting!

Randy Edwards is another poet from the Rabbit Room group. He often shares his poetry on his Backward Mutters blog (see the blog for the title's reference). Or find him on Instagram: @backward.mutters - Randy is the pastor of Grace Presbyterian Church in Kernersville, North Carolina. I immediately fell in love with the first poem I heard him recite, a poem about luck and grace, full of beautiful images with deep meanings:


When Craig Stapleton jumped
Into 8000 feet of space
He thought himself lucky
To do this thing he loved.
But when his parachute
Tangled and twirled?
He fell like some
Lafayette Escadrille
Shot down by the Red Baron.
If he was able to feel
(Let alone think)
More than terror, he knew
His luck had turned.
But when his backup did the same?
He knew it was for the worst,
That he must be the unluckiest
Skydiver on earth.
He hit the flat ground
Of California’s Central Valley
With a splat, doing around
30 miles an hour—
A field where the farmer
Had just tilled the earth
And thought himself the
Luckiest one around
To be catching the rain
At just the right time.
Where water soaked furrows
Swole the clods up like pillows.
When Craig came to his senses,
When he realized
The sound of that splat
Was just the mud? That
This man who’d fallen
In a death-spiral like a winged duck?
When he realized that
He had not died?
But in fact alive and had survived?
It was not Luck he thanked.
It was personal.
Now this don’t mean
Luck ain’t no thing,
Nor that he didn’t feel lucky.
True luck is like grace,
Is an unlooked for blessing
That breaks as a smile on a face
Breaks a fall of certain death
And gives you back
What you’d thought you’d lost
Or worse, had left.


For further exploration, here's an article about the harrowing 8000 foot skydiving fall that prompted this poem's contemplation.

Here's a link to a recitation of another Randy Edwards poem called "The Dragon's Mouth," based on Revelation 12:15. The focus of this year's Bible Study Fellowship is the book of Revelation. I will have to remember to share this poem during the week we discuss chapter 12.

I'm looking forward to hearing more from Christopher Owen and Randy Edwards!

Monday, January 15, 2024

Mid-month Mention: Beloved Author Kate DiCamillo's Journey



Last month, I happened upon this article celebrating Kate DiCamillo's 20th anniversary of her book, The Tale of Despereaux. What joy! What happy memories I have of listening to Ms. McKee enthrall her 3rd grade class with her narration of this book! We were all transfixed, kids and teachers alike. This tender story of a hero-mouse tapped our deepest longings and healed our hidden wounds. I remember thinking, "Now, THIS is an outstanding writer!" Of course, this was just the beginning of my love affair with DiCamillo books. Then came Because of Winn-Dixie (one we listened to on our drive to and from CBLI family camp one year), and the Mercy Watson books (inciting my younger sons to parrot often, "toast with a great deal of butter"), and when they were a bit older, The Tiger Rising. I adored The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane, another one I listened to while on a car trip, but I don't believe the boys were with me.


As I watched the accompanying video (a video of Jenna Bush interviewing Kate and encouraging children to read during the summer), I was blown away by a truth I didn't know. Kate asked students to guess how many rejection letters she received. I'm with them, my calculations would be between 5 and 50, but that is way out of the true range. 473! Unbelievable. Further admonishment to never give up! This is a fantastic writer, who accumulated more rejection letters than I can even fathom. I have not been as persistent! Indeed, for a spell, I have given up writing (apart from journaling and blogging) altogether. It saddens me to think of all the world would have lost, if Kate DiCamillo had responded the way I respond. Congratulations Despereaux on thrilling young readers for two decades! I'd give anything to travel back in time and relive those days in Ms. McKee's classroom watching children catch a passion for books and story.

Monday, January 1, 2024

Top Dozen Reads of 2023

As I said in my 2023 reading analysis post, 2023 didn't seem to be a stellar year, but then, I did have a half dozen reads I highly recommended. Perhaps if I only read bestsellers, my recommendation list would be longer, but I like to read a variety. I list the following BEST books read in 2023 in chronological, rather than preferential, order (although, if pressed, my favorite of 2023 would be The Happy Life of Isadora Bentley):


Paths of Glory (historical fiction)

by Jeffrey Archer


Maureen (fiction)

by Rachel Joyce


Dark Clouds, Deep Mercy (Christian non-fiction)

by Mark Vroegop


On Getting Out of Bed (Christian non-fiction)

by Alan Noble


A Place to Land (fiction)

by Lauren K. Denton


The Happy Life of Isadora Bentley (fiction)

by Courtney Walsh


HONORABLE MENTIONS:


The Wager (historical nonfiction)

by David Grann


Beyond That, the Sea (historical fiction)

by Laura Spence-Ash


The Words We Lost (Christian fiction)

by Nicole Deese


The Body Keeps the Score (nonfiction)

by Bessel Van Der Kolk, M.D.


The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight (young adult fiction)

by Jennifer E. Smith


Tactics (Christian nonfiction)

by Gregory Koukl

Saturday, November 4, 2023

Anticlimactic Anniversary Celebration


Photo by Alexander Grey on Unsplash

In 2020, we struggled to come up with suitable ways to celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary. In the midst of a pandemic and tied to home by a prodigal, we created a list of 30 anniversary activities. That was a wash! We still haven't snagged time around the fire pit or held hands on the porch. How easy are those? In 2021, we made a brief daytrip to Indiana's largest waterfall - ha! Last year, we did the best we've done in a while. We took an overnight to a beautifully decorated and cozy cabin nearby. This year, August came and went with no festivities. When I happened upon news that Celtic Thunder would perform in Nashville, Indiana, it sounded like the perfect solution. I love Nashville, Indiana, with its quaint charm and delightful shops. Alas, the concert was anticlimactic, at best.

Last year, I discovered Celtic Thunder's You Tube videos from their PBS performance. Immediately, I fell in love with their songs, their sound, and their theatrics. The Nashville concert left me deflated and unimpressed. Thank goodness Damien McGinty performed, or it might have been a total loss. He exhibited his characteristic enthusiasm and charm. Why was the staging so bland? Not a lick of appeal, but just a plain black stage with no embellishment. Where were all the beloved songs? I had hoped for "Toora Loora Lay":


"Home from the Sea":


or "A Place in the Choir":


Instead, the only two classic hits were "Galway Girl" and "Seven Drunken Nights." Moreover, I find it offensive when secular groups sing songs glorifying drunkenness shortly after crooning "Amazing Grace." (No belief, why sing it?) Why the predominance of political Celtic content? Most Americans love Celtic music for its flavor and lilt, not its political elements. While there were a few upbeat songs, many were somber airs of death. 

They are a fantastic group and I wish them well. I merely hope they continue singing together in the caliber of former performances. For now, I'll stick with watching my You Tube favorites. Although, I may ask for a CD for Christmas so I can listen when I'm in the car. (My CD player near the treadmill has bit the dust, so I suppose I should ask for that, as well.)


Thursday, September 14, 2023

Midmonth Mention - 5 Songs for a Weary Soul


I'm in a dark place these days. God's presence continues, but it feels more like a nightlight than a shining sun. What stupidity! I'm opening old wounds and traumas through EMDR therapy. Not the right moment to free myself from a decades-long regimen of chronic depression medication. Sadly, at my follow-up psychiatrist appointment, it was obviously imperative I resume those meds. While I'm disgruntled, I am grateful for the medicine that seems to put me on a more even keel. No idea how long it will take for the two-month hiatus to be rectified by the reinstitution.

In addition to lancing wounds, I've diminished two things that were structural supports in my life: writing and reading. Although I haven't abandoned either, the diminished activity leaves a gaping hole. I continue to do personal writing in my daily pages and send notes to people for my ongoing Facebook prayer project. I listen to an audio book when driving in my car. While I miss those foundational activities, I cannot seem to resume them.

As if personal problems and extended sleep issues wasn't enough to bear, we woke several days this week to find no water. We had visions of a week-long stint in a hotel, waiting for the workers to fix this. I'm so grateful to God. At first, we were told they needed to remove the failed pump for our well, but if they couldn't get it out, they might need to dig a whole new well (tens of thousands of dollars). Praise God, they were able to replace the old one.  It was 61-years old! The guy said most pumps nowadays last ten years. They sure don't make things like they used to! Still, it was a day or two of upheaval and taxing on the emotions.

Last week's counseling appointment homework? Listen to some music to fill the gaping hole left by the reduction in writing and reading. My counselor also recommended two books: Hurt People Hurt People, and Safe People. I only managed one, and that, abridged. Instead, I am compiling a list of soothing songs to address the weariness in my soul. I mention them here, in case you are needing comfort as well.

"Abide With Me," sung by my niece, Kirsten, with The Singing Company:


This song cuts across all the worries and clamor attacking my heart these days. It reminds me of His presence. "When the darkness deepens, Lord, with me abide! Though my fears are strong, Your voice surrounds me."

Early in our marriage, John and I were both big fans of Steve Green's music. Often when I'm facing trials associated with the consequences of my son's choices, I turn to this calming song:

"Rest," by Steve Green, from his Christmas Joy to the World album (love the Salvation Army band with him on the cover)


"Refuse to fear! Enjoy His love! The Lord is near!" Two great commands based on one great reminder! "There is no need for needless worry. With such a Savior, you have no cause to ever doubt."

Another oldie, but goodie. Keith Green's lyrics in this song comfort my heart:

"Make My Life a Prayer to You," by Keith Green, from his No Compromise album


"Save us from ourselves and our despair. It comforts me to know You're really there." "It's so hard to see when my eyes are on me." Oh, how my obstacles obscure my vision!

Chris Rice provides another voice that soothes my soul when facing deep despair:

"My Prayer," by Chris Rice on his Smell the Color Nine album


"Words fail. Tears come. I need someone to take the thoughts I almost think and carry them to God for me." "Long sigh. I'm still numb. Is there anyone who can find the things I'm barely feeling and give them wings beyond my ceiling?" "Sorry, I forgot. You're right here. I cup my hands around Your ear. I feel You smile; You feel my breath. You listen while I whisper nonsense." And, as always, the end is submission to His will.

Finally, another affirmation of submission to His will, this song by Mercy Me:

"Even If," by Mercy Me, from their Lifer album


"Right now I'm losing bad." "It's easy to sing when there's nothing to bring me down. What will I say when I'm held to the flame like I am right now." "God when You choose to leave mountains unmoveable, give me the strength to be able to sing, 'It is well with my soul.'" I so want that resolution! My fingers falter, but still I cling.

I have been thinking again of the passage in 2 Kings 6. The prophet Elisha is aware of the vast opponent approaching. Yet, instead of quaking in his boots, he prays for God to open the eyes of his servant Gehazi. I am praying, too. "Open my eyes to see the armies of angels fighting on Your behalf to bring about Your will, despite how harrowing the odds feel. Instead of fixating on the obstacles, the fears, the failures, I must allow my spiritual eyes to see His hand, even where it doesn't seem present or effective. There are things going on in the spiritual realm that my human eyes and mind cannot comprehend."

So, I pray, "Lord, abide with me. Help me rest, assured of Your power to intervene. May my feeble life be a prayer to You. In my prayer, may I fill the silence with Your smile, Your breath, Your ear. And, even if things don't turn around, if life continues to compound trials, keep my soul content in You."


Monday, January 2, 2023

2022 Ends, 2023 Begins

The best part of our 2022 holiday season was a visit from our oldest son, Bryce. 

(I never think to take photos - this is the only photo we got during his visit.)

Since he lives near Dallas, Texas, we don't see him as often as we'd like. He intended to fly in late on Thursday, December 22nd. As news of the impending Midwest storm intensified, we worried about his travel and our travel to pick him up from the airport (30 minute highway drive away). He thanked me for alerting him to this wrinkle early on, before the masses were scrambling to change their flights. He secured a place on a Wednesday flight and worked from our home on Thursday.

Then our concern shifted to Trevor. He had to work from 4-10:30 on Thursday and they were predicting 3-5 inches of snow, drifting from gusting winds, and sub-freezing temperatures. He travels a long stretch of country roads on his way home from work and I was terrified that he would get stranded between drifts and freeze to death (yes, my mind always goes to the worst-case scenario). I prayed fervently that they would close early. Praise God, they closed at 5. He helped shut everything down and was safely home by 7 p.m.

The storm brought wicked cold temperatures. Bryce (accustomed to Texas weather) was wearing multiple layers and kept the guest room blazing hot - ha! Poor Toby! At first, he refused to go out to do his business. Then, we remembered last year's great gift of the matching "cool dog" and "cool dog dad" socks. Once we put those on him, he went out willingly. Isn't he adorable?


Friday morning, I woke to find frozen kitchen sink pipes. John had left the cabinet doors open and the sink dripping, but had left it dripping on the cold side, not thinking about the fact that we have separate cold and hot pipes leading to the faucet. Using a blow dryer for many minutes restored our hot water. Unfortunately, I ran the dishwasher without thinking that pipe/hose might have frozen too. The machine ran with no water. Praise God, my mistake didn't damage it. Once temperatures warmed up, it functioned perfectly again.

This was, perhaps, the most expensive December we have faced. Of course, the older your children get, the more expensive the gifts seem to be. But we had additional expenses compounding this. Sean's birthday is two days after Christmas and he requested a newer X-box. Plus, Trevor graduated early from high school and we purchased him a new laptop as his graduation gift. We had promised him a car stereo system for his birthday but didn't get around to purchasing this until December. Add in several cars in the shop for repairs (does this ever end?) and we felt like we were financially hemorrhaging. Still, we count our blessings.

Notable gifts or deals: Trevor bought me a lovely Bible cover, Bryce got me a much-needed phone mount for my car (plus a requested book), and John also gifted requested books, chocolates, and an 8-quart crock pot (not sure I'll keep the crock pot - it was so thoughtful to get the larger size, but most of the recipes I follow don't have sufficient liquid ingredients to cook effectively in the larger size - will have to think long and hard).


The best deals were for Bryce. I snagged a $30 Purdue cooler in Target's clearance for only $7.50. Although there were bigger purchases (sheets, dress pants, restaurant gift card, Purdue baseball cap), my best deal was on a second hand golf set. After several Facebook Marketplace sellers fell through, I happened upon someone selling a neutral color golf bag (why do so many men choose awful colors like red for their golf bags??) with 9 clubs, some tees, and a small bag of golf balls - all that for $15. Since Bryce only golfs here once or twice a year, it seemed pointless to purchase a brand new golf set.



The worst deal was a five-year planner I purchased on Amazon for John. Isn't the cover lovely?


Alas, the inside held horrible spacing (too small to jot daily notes) and misspellings:


Thankfully, I snagged two other splendid gifts for him - this bird lamp was a big hit:


And he loved the squirrel t-shirt:

Bryce's travel plans were once again up in the air at the end of his visit. It turned out he had a Southwest flight home and Southwest was cancelling thousands of flights. He couldn't afford to wait to see if they cancelled his flight. He felt an urgency to get home, so he left a day early, rented a car, and drove the 13 hours back to Dallas. His week-long visit was a blessing.

Another unexpected blessing during the holidays happened for Trevor. I noticed someone on NextDoor needing help with moving. They offered to pay and, even though we didn't know what the pay scale would be, it was on Friday afternoon when Trevor didn't work. He agreed, and the man contacted Trevor, offering him $25 an hour for six hours of work. When the scheduled Friday arrived, rain prompted them to begin early and Trevor arrived to find they already had all the help they needed. This gracious man paid Trevor the agreed $150. What a gift! Trevor told him that wasn't necessary, but the man insisted. We later sent a small oven glove with cookie mix to thank him for his generosity.

The end of a year always brings thoughts of resolutions and focus words. For 2023, I hope to actually read less (yes, my blog may suffer) and pray more. But I wanted to be intentional about this. After reading Amy Weinland Daughters' book, Dear Dana, I yearned to connect with my Facebook friends. Thus, I have set in motion my 2023 Prayer Project. Like Amy, I placed the names of my Facebook friends in a bag. A week before the year began, I alerted my friends on Facebook, promising to give them a heads up so they can communicate specific prayer requests. I drew the first 8 names and placed their name slips (with number) on 3x5 note cards. 

My plan is to pray for 3 to 5 minutes for each individual three times a day (with my morning devotions, in the afternoon, and just before bed). Even if they don't provide specific requests, I will beg for God's blessing, guidance, and love in their lives. So, my word for 2023 is PRAY. May I stand in the gap for close and distant friends. And if my blog posts taper off, know that I'm not reading because I'm busy interceding.

Monday, December 5, 2022

Book Review: Great Expectations

I remember the thrill of visiting the Dickens Museum in Rochester, England. One display showed a scene from Great Expectations. When I read this as a teenager, it was my favorite book. Dickens became my favorite author. I wrote research papers about him in high school, college, and graduate school. I created a special walking tour for one of my Wheaton professors to offer his future students (I wonder if Dr. McClatchey ever truly used it, after all the time I poured into that tour packet). Throughout the 80s and 90s, I amassed a collection of Dickens books and memorabilia. 

Dickens' characters sprung vivid in my mind and I loved his commentary on societal ills. My Dickens collection is vast. At the Dickens House in London, I purchased this poster with the famous image of Dickens at his desk surrounded by the many fascinating characters from his imagination:


(This unfinished oil painting by Robert William Buss is titled, "Dickens' Dream." Credit: Alamy Stock Photo from Country Life.co.uk

It was interesting to listen to this book as an adult. I'm sure I responded differently. Thoughts of generosity and gratitude, of spite and revenge, struck me. Young Pip's terrifying encounter with an escaped convict on the moors near his small village creates a startling opening. He is a dutiful and obedient boy. Thus, he follows orders to visit the local recluse, Miss Havisham, and "play" for her with her adopted daughter, the beautiful Estella. Miss Havisham is almost as frightening as the convict. She sits in a faded wedding gown in a room with a decaying wedding table and cake, promising to remain there until they lay her out in permanent rest upon the table. It is no wonder that Pip falls for Estella and she becomes the object of his heart's desire. Of course, he feels no hope for attaining her, until fortune shines on him when an anonymous donor provides funds to make him a gentleman.

I will admit, my thoughts faded off while listening because the words flow in antiquated form. It was, perhaps, harder to focus on the audio story than if I had physically read the book. Still, it was a worthwhile endeavor. Thankfully, the audio version provided both of the two endings Dickens crafted. In my opinion, the sadder ending felt more true. 

I still credit the author for his impressive ability to provide vivid settings and characters in time-true dilemmas that speak to the milieu of the Victorian age. He accurately portrayed social ills, and he actively persuaded societal changes. He both responded to his historical time and altered it. What a master! And I cannot say now which of his books I would bill as my favorite. I still love so many of them: A Christmas Carol, Oliver Twist, David Copperfield, The Tale of Two Cities. But, gone are the days where I dreamed of working in a Dickens museum enticing patrons into a similar love of this brilliant author. Indeed, this is only the second time I've picked up a Dickens book in the last decade.