Author Archives: wbgayle

It is hard for me to give up control. To let others do while I stand on the side. I am uncomfortable. I struggle with my own ego. To everything there is a season. My work is not done, it … Continue reading →

I have lots on my mind as I wake up. Thoughts racing around like cars on a speedway with no clear destination. Engine revving and wheels spinning It’s time to get up and get moving. Setting the right pace will … Continue reading →

God gives us family to celebrate not just special times but every day we have. The love and support we share makes all things in life bearable, instills a sense of belonging, and creates a bond that cannot be broken.

There is no such thing as being care free. Worries and concerns are a reality. Carefree is a state of mind. It’s easy to be overwhelmed. It’s hard work to turn off doubts and fears. Mind over matters brings much … Continue reading →

The perfect father is an enigma. Full of strength and grace. Smart but able to learn. Stern yet movable to tears. Brave and still cautious when needed. Growing in wisdom but young at heart. Accepting and giving love and support.

When I am confronted and surprised by unexpected news, I need time to process. My first instinct is panic. But then clarity kicks in and what I must do begins to take shape. I pray for strength to face what … Continue reading →

A simple vacation. Escape the stress, pressures and demands that have become routine. Stay up late and then sleep in. Treat yourself to coffee, doughnuts, and take a long, slow walk through the park. Then return to life, refreshed and … Continue reading →

Grace happens in the midst of traveling. A chance encounter far away from home brings a sense of shared comradery. Road warriors trade sympathies of the wear and tear on the body and upon parting, share travel mercies.

The dreaded to do list. It never ends! Just once I would like to finish everything with time to sit back, relax, and have nothing left to check off. There nothing wrong with making the list … it’s the obsession … Continue reading →