Lisa Samson plumbs our emotions, our conditions, our foibles and our homecomings with love, compassion and a desire for the light of truth with every word she writes. Welcome to who we are. Who we try to be. And a vision of where we might be headed when love seeks its rightful place.
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Tuesday January 21
Is there ever a gift to our afflictions? Eyes rolling? I don’t blame you. I never understood any of that until today. Just a couple of hours ago, actually. And maybe only for a bit of time. I think we all know how that goes.…
Thursday December 05
The Sunday drive, while not beginning until the 1920s or 30s, seems to me to have its roots in horse and buggy days. Laura Ingalls, this little white girl’s “every girl”, and Almanzo Wilder, dreamy and strong, would settle in behind his beautiful Morgans and…
Tuesday November 19
“You fill up my senses like a night in the forest, like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain.” John Denver Friendly flowers, shrubby Black Eyed Susans, grow in a scraggly heap upon the berm. The valley, lush from a rainy summer…
Wednesday October 30
Lisa Samson “What comes into our minds when we think about God is the most important thing about us.”A.W. Tozer I don’t remember the conversation like it was yesterday. I can’t remember the woman’s name who said words that would change my life forever. What…
Tuesday October 29
Lisa Samson “The peacock jumped onto the hood of the Buick and once more spread its tail, sending the flashy Buick into oblivion.” Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon As a child I loved lying on my bed staring out of the window at the bare…
Monday October 28
Lisa Samson “I met the Surgeon General. He offered me a cigarette.” Rodney Dangerfield My enchantment with smoking started after my love for Jesus began but not by much. I asked Jesus into my heart at three, experienced ecstasy at nine although I had no…