Moving Forward One Step at a Time When God Gives No Timeline

When the doctors couldn’t tell me how long I’d keep my eyesight, the ground under me felt like quicksand. What helped me move forward came from three strengths I’d used my whole working life and a character I wrote long before I needed her lesson.

No One Left to Ask

A panic attack in an unfamiliar parking lot, a rage-filled prayer that ended in surrender, and a fictional woman pulled from a sinkhole all trace the same path: letting go of self-reliance.

The Caboose Doesn’t Drive

A grocery store trip taken alone after fifteen years, a fictional character carrying a past that won’t let go of him, and an old illustration about a train car that isn’t allowed to drive. Second in a series on grief and loss.

Being a Burden

A sidewalk collision, a relative who has already planned his own funeral, and a friend who wanted to be needed all point to the same fear. The first post in a new series on grief and loss.