I flipped through the files of my mind for this week's article. I needed the voice of my faith. I needed an answer. This voice comes, not from my mind, but from a different place - God's place. It's where God talks to my heart. He knows the subject, the timing and who needs understanding or a touch of encouragement. The files in my mind yielded nothing. I let the moment breathe. I stopped long enough to listen, taking time to honor what was around me. A new concept came - to give that moment a d…

My 30-year-old grandson, Spencer Whiteout, messaged me, "We need to talk." His spirit was as heavy as mine and wanted to understand the severity that had overwhelmed our nation. His generation lost a voice that spoke for them. They lost a leader, an exceptional man who wasn't afraid to stand for his beliefs, but also caused a reaction in the earth that probably won't be understood for years. One shot pierced the air and was heard around the world. Unearthing what seems to be an avalanche of mute…

The beginning of another school year is year is here and everyone is fitting into their places. Coaches are on the football field with their team of boys. Teachers have their rooms ready and their curriculum prepared. The school's administrators have updated their records. Lunchroom workers are preparing menus, janitors worked during the summer and are on duty, and bus drivers have memorized their routes. Each person fits into their role and will participate in the child's education, holding a s…

Football: It's just a game. But, it's our family's game. We will spend the next five months talking football, watching football games on television and traveling to games, close and far away. The end of August starts football season and we are pumped up. I'm invested in two teams and their coaches - Deion "Coach Prime" Sanders, heat football coach at the University of Colorado Boulder, and Creede Wylie, assistant coach for the D team at New Mexico Highlands University. Why am I invested? Sanders…

Closing time will come for all of us. I said to my youngest daughter, "Jeannie Seeley died yesterday." My daughter said, "I'm sorry. Your friend was so young." "No, she was my age. You know, she was a friend, not personal, but a western singer on the 'Old Gospel Hour' with Bill Anderson." My daughter laughed, "Mother, you were so matter-of-fact, I thought she was your friend from the past. You've got to get out more. You need a life." I have a life. I have a wonderful life. Getting older is not …

In the writers' group, we were presented with five prompts to loosen our creative memory and write, "Take 15 minutes to jot down a story or experience. We'll have fun reading them. Choose one." I chose, "What were you thinking?" Several writers chose the same prompt. "What were you thinking?" became stories about accumulating junk and being burdened by stuff with no benefit for us today. It's amazing what we've collected over a lifetime that seemed important at the time we acquired it. Some of u…