​In an instant, my world was flipped upside down. Everything that was familiar –my purpose, my place in this world, my faith, even my identity – was suddenly and irrevocably stripped away from me.
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Or, perhaps, it was I who had been stripped away from life as I knew it. 

Gotta love spring time in Texas. All the rain greens everything right up. Trees start sprouting, bluebonnets come into full bloom, and the brown winter-worn lawns become a vibrant green – almost overnight! It’s time to get out the mower and keep that now fast-growing grass from getting out of control. Well, as soon as it stops raining …

​I’m not a music person. Well, not any more.

As a younger person, I had music playing within my hearing almost all the time – in my car, my bedroom, my living room stereo. Over the years my preferences changed but the music stayed on.
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In recent years, it’s the lyrics more than the music that move me. 

In church one Sunday, a particular section of a song stood out to me. It said

​I’ve been hearing this question recently, particularly since I’ve become an active participant in the writer community. It’s usually phrased a little more specifically – what writers inspire you. This is a hard one for me to answer because I’m not really a reader, never have been unless it was required of me by someone else.