Last Saturday my daughters, granddaughter and I flew to Florida to celebrate my youngest daughter’s 25th birthday. Wow! My youngest daughter is 25! What happened to the time? How did the years sneak by so quickly? What am I going to be when I grow up? (I don’t know if we ever stop asking that question.) 


During tornado season a siren sounds in my community on Thursday at 2 p.m.  The siren runs for a minute or so and everyone stops, even if unconsciously, to acknowledge the emergency system designed to alert us to the presence of a tornado. No one moves to a safe place on Thursday afternoons but any other time of day or night the response would be quite different. Any other time we would take refuge in the safety of our basements.

I don’t like failure. I’ve read about the failures of Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Edison, Abraham Lincoln and countless others on their way to great successes. I love success but I don’t like failure. I’m getting better about it. I’m learning to receive criticism graciously and learn from it. I’m moving in that direction. But I’m not there. Maybe you aren’t either. I wonder what floats around the periphery of you mind. The thing that screams for your attention like Arnold in “Welcome Back Kotter” — waiting for you to

We learn very early in our lives to hide. Peek-a-boo and hide & seek are two of the many ways we teach children the skill of hiding and the thrill of discovery. How often did my children put their hands over their face thinking I could no longer see them because they couldn’t see me. As we get older, we refine the rules and cultivate more mature ways to play these childish games. What is it about hiding and then trembling in our secret place until we are discovered that draws us to these games? What causes us to want to hide?

Several times a week  I connect with an online workout called Barre 3. It is one way I step outside of the chaos of my life to get reconnected and centered again. Often during the workout the instructor references the chaos we experience in our muscles as we move. We are encouraged to pay attention to what is happening and to embrace the chaos because it is in the chaos of our muscles our bodies are changed. What would

I am Beverly.

I am a child of God — deeply loved, adopted as His very own child with a place at the Table and an Inheritance. (Galatians 4:4-7) I know that–in my head; it took a while to reach my heart. It wasn’t immediate or easy, but when I believed that, my life changed.

I am a wife. My husband, Dave, is the greatest gift God has ever given to me. I have friends who are effusive about their spouses and I’ve looked at them in wonder (and quite frankly, disbelief) as they exclaimed about their husbands amazing qualities. No one can be that cool. But Dave actually is that cool! We’ve been married 33 years… sometimes the years were short and sometimes they were really long. But through thick and thin, Dave has endured – well, WE have endured. I know living with me has not always been easy. I’ve struggled with depression and that can be hard for him too. Sometimes I forget to be grateful or affirming; I’m self-centered at times and I confess, sometimes I’ve had a to-do list. But through it all, we keep saying I do! I couldn’t be happier about our decision 33 years ago to say “I DO” the first time.

Thanks for joining me! It’s an honor to share these few moments with you. I know life can be chaotic. It’s my prayer that the minutes we spend walking together will bring some semblance of peace to your day and hope for your journey. I would be nothing if it wasn’t for my friend, Jesus. He provides a shelter for my soul and strength for my day. Join me often — let’s learn to laugh, cry, grow and grieve together. All under the shadow of His wing, in the shelter of the Most High! (Psalm 91:1-2)

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton