Category Personal reflections
(< Previous Prayer Reflection Post) My Lord departed with a mic-drop, a challenge issued with a quip that stopped my mind and commanded my attention. And, stop is exactly what I’ve done. I haven’t moved from my wicker chair, since… Continue Reading →
(See previous post @ https://jskimbroughii.com/2023/12/11/where-am-i-now/) With temperatures outside actually near freezing, I want no part of that, so I take another walk down our black, spiral staircase. Tonight, I march down the stairs in my moccasin style house shoes; they’re… Continue Reading →
“Looks like we’re starting the new year where we left off the old one,” my Lord says. (See last month’s conversation) I’m too embarrassed to look up from my wicker chair. All I can manage is a “yep.” There comes… Continue Reading →
The season comes for a change of location, so I descend what my wife calls “the documentary maker” – that’s our spiral, metal staircase to my office, which the family calls “the hermitage.” No sooner do my socked feet touch… Continue Reading →
God leads off tonight: “Hey, so have you thought about your missing piece or pieces?” The question greets my opening the door. I step onto the back porch in a t-shirt and jeans, but a breeze cuts through screens. I… Continue Reading →
I don’t even get the backdoor open all the way, before I hear: “Hey there, did you get anything out of all that?” “That’s a strong start,” I say while taking a step to the back porch. No way am… Continue Reading →
Lord, where are you? Come on – Let’s go for Ordinary Time! The moon drops into view between the trees from the back porch, and the cicadas are more than excited on this warm evening. It’s a great night to… Continue Reading →
“Hey God” says I. “What happened to Pentecost? Every other major celebration gets at least a week, but Pentecost is only a single day ‘tacked’ onto the end of Easter.” [Tonight, I came straight to the back porch. There’s not… Continue Reading →
Big-girl beds produce only a measurable decrease in naptimes. Jessica and I learned this the other Saturday when Ruth moved from her crib to her bed. Papa forgot the “Monster Book” and the stuffed Goofy, so a nap under such… Continue Reading →
At my house, I’ve got a couple options for where prayer can happen. I can either retire to the back porch or descend the steps to my basement office. But, prayer only happens at one time: after everybody else goes… Continue Reading →