The Journal

Heavy dust hung in the stagnant air. A stench of dying flesh mixed with oils and fragrant perfume permeated the cold stone walls. Pitch black was pierced with slices of

I was drawing this during church thinking it was pretty random. When I was done though, my daughter said, “hey, that looks like Pastor Brent, if he had a big

Does it strike you as strange that Black Friday is the day following our day of thanks? It’s almost like someone doesn’t want us to let our thoughts dwell on

This guy seemed like an excitable fellow that should stand at the bottom of a page looking up at some exciting text perhaps.

I know. It’s not really a word. I’ve combined farmstead and steady to make an amazing new word. farmsteady: like a farm-themed amusement park that you go to so consistently

A sporty little fella carrying a football.

I got up early and did some work on my property. An entire side of my little homestead is completely overgrown by wild blackberries, ivy, and wild roses. And too

Dean and I tried to go backpacking on the last weekend of May. Alas, neither of us really wanted to pitch our tents in the snow. Or camp when the

I have loved the term, Carpe Diem. To me, it has embodied the idea that each day should be put to good use. To not let any day go to

My uncle died on Saturday. I won’t tell you it didn’t hurt. It did. It does. And yet, we saw it coming. His mind and memory had long been lost

I’ve done a bit of raking up leaves this fall. Like, a TON of leaves. So. Many. Leaves. Anyway, as I meditatively rake and think deep thoughts, that’s sometimes when

The kids had this week off of school, so I took some time off too. We’ve been looking for an opportunity to visit our friends in Coeur D’ Alene for