Good Captain? Good rest for the crew. A comforting truth on ship and in life. 

If like me, you need help trusting for what seems impossible, this is for us, to put our sights on a different impossibility.

I do not want to believe simply because of my culture. I love the invitation to inquire, to not check my brain at the door, but test if it all "holds water."

I love August nights for the stars and the reminder they are of the bigger perspective, that God is there in unchanging lovingkindness.

It’s one of my favorite seasons. Makes my heart fairly burst with the joy of it, especially in the concentrated little doses I enjoy on shore leave from ship.

Pausing to appreciate a gift in my life, like pausing to appreciate notes within a musical score which often go unnoticed but create the harmony.

Keeping "in tune" while at sea takes attention little-by-little, day-by-day.

A waterfall and the Lord’s Prayer remind me that life is never wasted glorifying God's name instead of making a name for myself. 

Just two more days and I'll be living on a ship for seven months. A little “verbal” processing here as I preach to myself in preparation.

Does God initiate in relationship with me? A pottery café and a book helped settle this question about the Divine Potter's heart deep in my own.

Ever heard something that was not actually said? I enjoy laughing at my own mishears, but the most recent made me listen a little deeper.

Anticipating a lovingly-prepared room at my sister's made all the difference. If you are similarly in a tough season, there is hope with another room-in-view.

The Gospel is good for me. The Gospel is Christ being good for me because I am not.

"Because God is real..." I was asked to finish this sentence, and these were my reflections while on an ice breaker last winter.

Unlike Gros Morne Mountain, when clouds roll in and obscure all but my next steps, I do not have to turn back.

In each plunge, I have no regret. So every day I affirm the choice to jump in and embrace Christ's abundant life.