I sat in the middle seat near the front of the plane on a flight from Portland to Ontario in February. The man next to the window, dressed in a dark suit, with a purple shirt and blue and purple tie had his eyes closed and hands folded in his lap. He was not asleep,…
Category: hope
I don’t like that story…
Whatever I had just said, Grace (30) responded, “I don’t like that story you are telling yourself.” I loved that response. What a unique way to say, “that ain’t the truth you saying.” And it wasn’t. I suppose if there is one area of my life where I need to continue to do the most…
Discouragement and Hope
In the middle of a prayer time, January 23rd, the Lord spoke: “Son, I am FOR you. I love you. Sometimes you give in to the doubt of Moses (see Exodus 4) — that you are not good enough, strong enough, not eloquent enough. All about not measuring up. Yet you measure up to my…
This Camino
The reason my blog site is called Camino2016 is rooted in having walked that path then. However, walking that Camino taught me that all of life is a path, a Camino that we each are walking at our own paces. And these many Caminos encounter mishaps. One of these when we “run out of gas.” Now, on…
Dear Mom,
This post has taken me a long time to write. That’s telling really. You and I were a difficult puzzle. But I remember: We were sitting across the table from one another, at that Italian place for lunch, in Hemet, California. The year was 1989. I had just remembered the abuse, in the first flashback,…
Dear Dad,
Dear Dad, Yesterday your great grandson was born and he shares your name – Burton! When I read that Susanna and Collin had named him Gregory Burton, it struck me that, if you were still around, you’d be 96 this year, and you would have loved meeting him. When I heard his name, I began…
Jesus and $2.75
This came from a friend, Rebecca, who with her husband Brian was at Fred Meyer’s, a local department store recently. She shared this on Facebook and after reading it, I asked her if I could share it on this blog. She is a woman with a deep love for Jesus and a simple desire: to…
Dresden, Germany
There’s always more to tell. In the days the followed after Santiago, I visited Finisterra and Muxia, walking between the two, then returned to Ireland, where I eventually settled into a cottage for 18 days and painted day after day from up to 5.5 hours a day. There was a weekend before I arrived at…
Day 33 Arzúa to Santiago de Compostela
This picture of this group of friends at dinner in Arzúa was taken just prior to the arrival of Paulina, a petite French woman in her early 20’s. She arrived at the table in a flurry. She sat down by our Canadian friend, pictured on the left, and began to overflow in French while weeping….
Day 31-32 – Miraz to Sobrado dos Monxes and on to Arzúa
I awoke at 2 in the morning and chatted with my family back home a bit and worked on my blog post. I have a ways to go. Fell asleep at 4 and awoke at 6. Up and out after breakfast at 710 and pushed myself. Made 10 km in 2 hours. The terrain was…
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