Steinbeck Country

John Steinbeck, the most read author all over the world ( many people think it is Hemingway) brought the landscape and the soul of America, the people of this nation to life,for better or for worse with his words. Words like Grapes of Wrath, Of Mice and Men. He studied people in every circumstance he could find and observed the heart of those people.His legacy remains “Steinbeck Country” still exists for us to read and just maybe, if we listen to each other, America might just begin to heal her wounds, or at least stop committing suicide.

78 Seconds


In a life of Healthcare the sum of lessons I have learned cannot be measured. I am weak at writing and expression but reality of life and death are ever clear.
An ordinary day in the Intensive Cardac Care Unit in West Florida Hospital. I go about my work. I am twenty-two years old. I sat down at the nurses desk to chart on my patients. My seat is one from which I can see straight into the hospital bed approximately 20 feet away in front of me.
“Deductive reasoning” is when a data leads to one conclusion. ” Inductive reasoning” by definition is where a conclusion is probable but not certain. ” “Aductive reasoning” consist of incompleteness of purposes.
I sit writing in neat script. Occasionally I glance at the patient directly in front of me. His hospital bed is in the upright sitting position. His nasal oxygen cannula is tilted in his nose. The ever present monitors of important numbers and squiggly repetitive lines of the heart rythmn, rate, and blood pressure are constant.
I glanced down at my watch as nurses often do, note the time. My attention is called to a sound of panic. I stand up and head for the noise and just like that the man’s eyes widened and from the torso up his whole body turns blue. I yell for help and all my colleagues and a doctor come running. The doctor begins calmly giving orders. I glance down at my watch again. Seventy- eight seconds had passed. The man is dead. His Aortic vavle had dissected and his heart simply exploded. I had never witnessed this before nor sense. It left me marked. All the types of “reasoning” that I relied on could not find its place.
It took me hours and days and even to this day to piece through the seventy-eight seconds and a passing from life to death. In the end, I am left with no conclusion except this, Life, in all its myriad of seconds passing by cannot be defined by human reasoning.

Photo by Hernan Pauccara

He is speaking of Himself

I have been thinking a lot about Truth. I am compelled by the passion Jesus has regarding true Truth. He told His followers that He is Truth and knowing Him(the truth) will set us free.
Truth is controversial and it requires confrontation. The key here is the confrontations are not arguments. The confronting of issues flows readily from what is “life giving” plans, not to bring condemnation.
Remember the famous Bible recording of a woman being brought to Jesus in the public meeting place and they told Jesus that she needed to be stoned. You probably know the reply Jesus gave. It is a controversial confrontation in his early ministry but His delivery of Truth was so clarifyingly crystal clear! .He said, ” if anyone here Is without sin why don’t you throw the first stone..”
Can you imagine if those men knew they were talking to the only One who was qualified to throw stones! I just love how Jesus teaches! He tells us the Truth and he is speaking of himself.

Like a sledgehammer

He said I felt like a sledgehammer in his chest
He said my steel magnolia eyes are the place he found rest
He said he never met a girl life me before or since
He said life without me made no sense
And the music played and the song was sung.

a moment clings

Evening has fallen and I find myself sitting in a place of yearning, like being home sick. I am completely at peace. All is safe and warm yet I have a longing. I want to savor this life I have been given.

Every once in a while a moment will cling to me longer than others and it catches my breath because I want to stay there for a while before it becomes a memory. In those moments I might smell fresh cut grass or feel thunder shake the earth or laugh until my stomach muscles ache or taste the sweetness from the honeysuckle vine. Like an old reel to reel movie I see all of them. All of the memories. All of the generations of my family and I want to go home. What joy to know the God who loves us in a place where there’s no death or time. It is wonderful.

Goodnight friends.

A Hallelujah

Today God orchestrated some happenings that I needed. It was an affirming whisper from him…

Such an intimate and sweet “I love you” from my Lord. I say intimate because He and I are the only ones who know. I say sweet because I am his daughter and he understands me.

So I end this day with a Hallelujah.

Sleep well my friends.

High School Fiction

These high school halls are not hallowed halls but they are unsurpassed in the scheme of life lessons….Truth and Fiction …

Remember that boy with the unfortunate eyebrows hurrying down the hall as if afraid or embarrassed? He was.

Remember that girl passing a note to her “steady” guy declaring her undying devotion because he said he “loved” her? He did not.

Remember when you thought a certain friend’s family seemed so perfect? They were not.

The stereo- types still linger in these tales of fiction. Fifty years later and I can name them all by heart.

We all wanted to be (well most of us) to be prettier, cuter, thinner, funnier, taller, shorter, darker, lighter, a better singer, a better dancer, the beauty queen, the sports star, the math genius, or the valedictorian.

I guess it is like the “Breakfast Club” and the “Big Chill” movie all rolled up together. (we did have the best music though). I always felt like the adults in my days of high school tried to minimize the harshness of the unspoken boundaries. There are many people that I admired from afar and would have like to have known better but there was also a nagging burden of exposure.

Ends up that about ninety-nine percent of High School Fiction left some of us hurt and even wounded and that is where reality steps in. No, we had not yet let our tender souls relax in the discovery zone of finding there is no such thing as perfect. How could we know that what lay ahead would require a lot more truth and a little less comparison?

Just saying…

When Trials Come…

When hardship comes your way, will you tell yourself it’s a tool of God’s grace and a sign of his love, or will you give in to doubting his goodness? Paul Tripp

When the road seems shorter than before.

Wherever you turn there is no open door.

Your life is in convulsions like vomit on the floor.

All the paperwork of your life is yellowed and rotted.

Is the God’s grace of love or is it cruel?

Who do you worship and let rule you?

Will you head for the hills of Babylon?

Look for ways to numb your sorrow?

Will you turn to the One who made you?

Will you cry out and hang on to your pew?

Will you doubt God’s goodness in the dross?

Will you walk away or toward the cross?

Riding on the Wing of a Plane

Blackbird screaming in the top of a tree, the Sun goes passing by.

A full moon shines at the crossing in the road exposing all the lies.

Good girl hiding in the alley in the night, she’s praying no one sees.

Looking for love in the darkness, now alone, it’ll bring you to your knees.

Our children are riding on the wing of a plane, the want to try to die.

Looking for peace from pain in their lives, they’d rather crash then try.

Poor boy in hell at the top of a bridge, he’s praying he can flying.

He’s looking for love in the water down below, it wasn’t in his daddy’s eyes.

Can this bring us around or does history say we lose,?

Does the Cross mean no one goes to Hell or do we have to choose?

Hope for today and tomorrow in not gone, nor does it fall asleep.

Jesus is waiting for us to seek His face and only there will we find peace.

Indigo blue velvet…

indigo blue velvet, a deeper love

blue-grey eyes, a storm at sea

white diamond stars pierce the sky

blood red heart, beating in me

midnight black, dreams stir the dark

old clock chiming for what will be

body warmth, a baby’s breath away

coral sunrise, a new day flies free