Rhonda’s Blog

I’m flying along on my beloved bicycle, The Abbey. Wind’s in my face, hair’s streaming behind, and my legs are strong, and they’re pumping. Wheels, they turn as I’m sailin’

The sun has risen, new mercies dawning, and golden rays slant ‘cross The Three. The steam, it curls upward like heart’s murmur rising, and I’m savoring caramel-flavored caffeine. “Ask. Seek. Knock.”

I’m driving along today in morning’s sun. My heart is light, my spirit’s happy and the macchiato on my right is sweet and warm. And her name comes to my

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger Tide’s in. Tide’s out. The globe, it’s a-turning. One circle, then the next. Seasons come. Seasons go. Frost bites. Snow falls on fields that lie fallow. Then sun kisses soil,

It’s the next installment in the “Humans of Chiang Mai” series. Ah, that week in Thailand that clean rocked our foundations, turned worlds up-side down. In the blistering Chiang Mai

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBloggerIn morning’s breeze and sun, I set out. Legs pumping, I move down the road and turn the corner, heart and mind engaged with the Friend. At once, He pauses,

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger I’ve told it before, how I can no longer ‘work.’ How a lifetime of striving and should’s nearly killed me (they did), and how I refuse from here on

Dear Unhappy Reader, I want to pause for just a moment in my very busy day to say ‘thank you.’ You really cannot know what a gift you’ve just given

There they sit on a bench in the black Chiang Mai night. Darkness has fallen, and the heat is oppressive. It suffocates, smothers with a cloying sensation. It’s more than

On top of that, there were varied and sundry spiritual and emotional distresses, leaving this girl completely emptied and broken, all before touching Thai soil. Like a certain apostle who’d