God, Improv, and the Art of Living
When we cry out to God in the moments of our deepest desperation, who do we envision staring back at us? An all-knowing, all-powerful God who should act in our best interests, but sometimes doesn’t? When faced with a major life decision where we lay our choices before God, and are met, not with an answer, but with deafening silence, how...
Keep Alert for Changing Conditions
I became an empty nester in the middle of a January snowstorm. The snow began falling thick shortly after midnight. Plenty of time to turn black asphalt into a sloppy white slippery mess by 9:00am. Despite the thermometer reading 16 degrees and the sky reading more snow to come, my calendar read drive my daughter back to college....
Carolina on My Mind
The beauty of the South Carolina sunset took me by surprise. Low and warm and welcoming, I turned my face toward its glow and felt the chill in my northern bones begin to melt away. The farther we journeyed toward my sister-in-law’s home, the more majestic the sky became. The hot oranges and golds turned pink, then violet, before engulfing the...
In Search of Perfect
It's quite possible that fall is everyone's favorite season. Not too hot, not to cool - in the immortal words of Goldilocks, it's just right. Never mind that the calendar year begins in January, instinctively we all consider fall to mark the real beginning of the year. Inscribed in our minds from our deepest childhood memories of new...
Hold On My Heart
Double-buckling up front because there's no room left in the car! It really began five years ago. Five years ago the first cords holding my heart intact began their inevitable, inexorable unfurling, taking with them what was never mine to hold onto in the first place. Depositing a first-born child at college is the dreadful opening of...
Peace in These Days
My last post began with these words, Last week I buried my beloved father. Today begins as an echo from the depths of a heartbroken daughter, Last week I buried my beloved mother. Exactly one month separated my father’s departure into Glory from my mother’s. Too much death. Too much sorrow. Too many tears shed. ...
I’m Bonnie and I’m a hope hunter. I hunt for hope in the hard seasons of life, believing beauty can be found everywhere, even in the brokenness.
On these pages, I write about life in all its beauty and messiness, convinced that hope glimmers even in the darkest of shadows.
Learn more on my About Page.
COMING APRIL 2021
