Journeying Home Together
When I was in kindergarten, we lived just a few blocks from the school. Every morning, after filling my little belly with rolled eggs (the rest of the world calls them omelets) and taming my thick hair into a top-knot ponytail, my mom would load my sister and me into…the bugger. Yes. The bugger. It was an odd contraption, even then. Made of a huge chunk of black plastic and
A couple of weeks ago my daughter’s teacher sent home a plastic ziplock baggy with two beans in it. The beans represented hours of anticipation on behalf of her preschool class, as they watched and waited for the two beans to show signs of life. Finally, roots sprung forth, splitting the seeds from their core, proving to everyone what they had known all along: something better was coming. And now
It was one of those mornings when it seems the clouds have come for a forever visit. They were low-lying, drifting not up above as usual but meandering about, mingling with us ground-dwellers. They minded their own business, certainly, and had no concern for the additional anxiety they caused me as I drove. If you’ve ever driven in fog like that, you know the stress I’m talking about. It’s the
I try not to do this very often, but it’s been pressed on my heart that I need to re-publish this post from about a year and a half ago. If this is for you (or you think you know who it IS for), I pray it’s a blessing. _______________________________ After forty days Noah opened a window he had made in the ark and sent out a raven, and it
My husband is my best friend. We have been married for upwards of seven years (!), and with every day that passes I become more aware of God’s hand at work in bringing us together. Our love story is a special one, and recounting the earliest days of our relationship never ceases to bring a smile. What is really special about our union, though, is what God continues to do
I wrote yesterday about my lifelong love of writing, and how it has evolved to where I am today. It’s part of a dream I have…a wild and crazy dream that I believe with all my heart has been embedded into me by no one but my Creator. It is only a part of that dream, though…and the other part is what I want to write about today. I have
I’m in a weird place right now. It’s a new place, and while I’m excited about things, I’m not altogether sure I like it here or know what to do. I feel a little like I’m running up the downward escalator, trying so hard to make things happen in my life but never really making any progress. I know what I want…and I know what God has placed in my
Soon after I graduated from college, I (very unexpectedly) took a position as youth minister at a local church. Some of the sweet girls in the youth group gave me a plant for my desk (apparently not knowing of the great likelihood that in doing so, they were essentially killing the plant). It was a money tree, they told me, and would nicely add a feminine touch to the bulky
Do not love the world or the things in the world. If you love the world, the love of the Father is not in you. These are the ways of the world: wanting to please our sinful selves, wanting the sinful things we see, and being too proud of what we have. None of these come from the Father, but all of them come from the world. The world and
I’ve been picking up my parents’ mail while they have been out of town for a week or so. One day, when I opened their mailbox, a familiar sight jumped out at me. I haven’t made it my practice to sift through their mail as I’ve picked it up; I figured that on the offhand chance there was anything that would interest me, they’d have gotten it to me. On
