A World in a Drop

A World in a Drop

September 25, 2026

This morning I noticed a little world hanging on the fence at The Point.

A line of tiny drops of water… and one little drop in particular caught my eye. It was holding the bright orange of the sunrise, and if you looked closely, you could even see the reflection of a tree inside it.

Just one little drop of water.

It made me think about the little worlds we each live in every day.

We can’t fix the whole world. We can’t change everything that’s happening around us. But we do have our own little world — the people we love, the things we do, the kindness we give, the smiles we share, and the little pieces of beauty we choose to notice.

Maybe that’s enough.

Maybe our job isn’t to change the whole world…

Maybe it’s simply to make our little corner of it a little brighter.

And if a tiny drop of water can hold a sunrise and a tree…

I’m thinking there’s probably a whole lot more in our little worlds than we sometimes realize. 😊

The Point, Pascagoula MS

 

Where Are We All Going?

 

Where Are We All Going?

This morning I stopped for a moment and watched the traffic at the intersection.

The light turned green and here they came…

One car, then another, then another — a long line of people headed to work, headed somewhere, headed to whatever the day had waiting for them.

Nobody seemed to be going very slowly.

It made me think about how much of our lives we spend hurrying to get somewhere.

We’re always looking at the clock.

Hurrying to work.

Hurrying home.

Hurrying to the next thing.

And sometimes I wonder…

Where are we all going in such a hurry?

Maybe every once in a while we need to miss the green light.

Take the long way.

Look out the window.

Notice the sunrise.

Or just sit still for a minute and remember that getting there isn’t the only part of living.

Of course… I say that as I watch everybody else race through the intersection. 😂

Maybe that’s why Alabama’s I’m in a Hurry was playing in my head when I took this picture.  

WHEN YOUR LIGHT GETS DIM

 

I saw this old lamp sitting beside the road this morning.

It had obviously seen better days.

Its shade was leaning to one side, its neck wasn’t quite as straight as it used to be, and I’m guessing its light probably wasn’t as bright as it once was.

And apparently, when your light gets dim and your head isn’t as straight as it used to be…

they set you out by the road to be picked up. 😟😂

I stood there looking at it and thought…

Well, that’s a little too close to home.

Because maybe getting older means our shades get a little crooked, our backs don’t stand quite as straight, and our light doesn’t shine quite as far down the road as it used to.

But here's the thing…

A lamp doesn’t have to be new to still give somebody light.

Sometimes an old lamp has spent years lighting somebody else’s way.

Maybe we’re not meant to be thrown away just because we’ve got a few bends, a few scratches, and a shade that doesn’t quite sit straight anymore.

Maybe we just need somebody to plug us in somewhere new. ❤️

And if nobody comes along to pick us up…

Well…

I know a guy with a camera who might take our picture. 😂📷

I Didn’t Know It Would Be the Last Time

April 09, 2026

I came across this chair sitting out in the yard, turned back toward the house like it was remembering something.

It made me stop.

There was nothing special about it at first glance—just an old chair, a quiet afternoon, and a long shadow stretching out across the grass. But something about the way it was facing… it felt like it was looking back instead of forward.

And that’s when the song came to me - "The Dance". 

Not the whole song—just a feeling I’ve known for a long time.

How many moments in life have we lived without realizing they were the last?

The last conversation.
The last visit.
The last time we sat and talked without any thought that one day we wouldn’t be able to.

If we had known… would we have held on a little longer?
Would we have paid closer attention?

Or maybe life doesn’t work that way for a reason.

Maybe the beauty is in not knowing.

Because even though some endings bring pain…
they also mean there was something worth holding onto in the first place.

Looking at that chair, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude.

For the moments I didn’t see coming.
For the memories that still linger.
For the dances I didn’t know would end.

And I realized something sitting there in that quiet yard…

Even knowing how it all turns out,
I wouldn’t trade those moments away.

Not for anything.

Because to miss the pain…
would mean I’d have to miss the dance.

 

A Visit on Mom’s Porch

 

A Visit on Mom’s Porch

March 05, 2026

Last night I had one of those dreams that stays with you.

I was standing on Mom’s porch — the same porch I played on when I was a little boy and the same one I sit on now when I go home to visit her. In the dream it looked exactly the way it does in real life. Even the TV cables were there. Every little detail was just right.

Dad and Grandpa were there, sitting together and working on fishing reels, just talking the way men do when their hands are busy. They looked younger, relaxed, like time had decided to give them a little break.

I didn’t arrive with any big moment or announcement. I just walked up onto the porch and saw them there. Like it was the most natural thing in the world. I passed by them the way I probably did a hundred times growing up.

For a little while we were all simply there together.

Nothing dramatic happened. Nobody said anything that shook the world. It was quiet, peaceful… almost ordinary. And maybe that’s what made it so special.

When I woke up, I didn’t feel sadness or longing. I felt peaceful and happy, like I had been given a small visit with people who helped shape my life.

Dreams can be strange things, but sometimes they feel like little windows opening for just a moment.

Last night felt like I stepped through one and stood again on Mom’s porch.