The other night, I envisioned a serene evening ritual: settling into the old rocking chair, a cherished storybook in hand, ready to share a timeless tale with my son. The soft light filtered through the curtains, and the room held a tranquil promise. As I began to read, my son had other plans. With a … Continue reading Unscripted
Author: Peter Westerman
Infinite Grace
It’s been two years since Tom passed, but the memory of that conversation under the stars feels as vivid as the night it happened. We were sitting outside the evening before my wedding, the sky alive with countless stars, stretching endlessly above us. I remember the moment so clearly—the awe I felt as I looked … Continue reading Infinite Grace
A Father on Christmas
My son’s tiny hand stretched toward the Christmas ornament, his fingers brushing the edge of a red truck dangling from the tree. His wide eyes reflected the glow of the lights, filled with awe and wonder, as if the world had slowed just for this moment. I couldn’t look away. He doesn’t yet know what … Continue reading A Father on Christmas
Unrecognizable
One day my son might find an old photo of me. My hair won’t be as grey, my face not as wrinkled, and I probably look quite strung out. It’s from a time where I’m still figuring out fatherhood, stumbling more than striding. I hope he looks at it and laughs. “Dad, that looks nothing … Continue reading Unrecognizable
A House for Memories
There’s something special about an old house. The kind that creaks with every step, as if it’s whispering stories of those who came before. This house in Galway, nearly two hundred years old, isn’t ours—we’re just renting it for a little while. But already, it feels like more than just a stop along the way. … Continue reading A House for Memories
As Long As I Can
There are few sensations quite as unique as your child’s drool sliding into your eye. It’s warm, sticky, and has this way of making you aware of every nerve in your face. Normally, something like that might frustrate me. But not this time. Not with my son. This time, it felt like an honor. He … Continue reading As Long As I Can
Rediscovering Wonder
He lay on my chest, his head tucked under my chin, his small hands resting like the world had stopped spinning just for him. I stayed still, feeling the weight of him, the warmth. The quiet demanded my attention–a moment I wanted to fold up and keep in my pocket forever. His eyes, wide and … Continue reading Rediscovering Wonder
Gummed and Loved
I didn’t see it coming. The morning was soft with that half-light that makes you think the day might stay quiet. I was lying there, half-awake, when I felt it—a small hand on my face. Not the usual pat-pat of exploration, but something more intentional. I opened one eye just in time to see my … Continue reading Gummed and Loved
Kairos & Coffee
This morning, with a warm cup of coffee in hand, I settled into my usual spot for devotions. The house was quiet, and for once, there was no rush. It was one of those rare mornings where time felt generous, as if offering me a chance to sit and breathe. The Greeks had two words … Continue reading Kairos & Coffee
Burning Bushes
There are moments in life when the ordinary suddenly becomes extraordinary. Moses had one of those moments. He was in the wilderness, doing the same thing he did every day—watching sheep—when he saw it. A bush, ablaze with fire, yet not consumed. He could have walked by, dismissed it as nothing special. But he didn’t. … Continue reading Burning Bushes