Worship and Us: Why does it matter?

This past summer, my four year old daughter decided about once a week that she wanted to dress like me. It started one day when we were meeting some friends for a playdate. I was wearing a T-shirt and jeans with my trusty flip-flops, and she announced that she wanted...

Ways Along the Way

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...
Emergence

Emergence

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...
In A Fog

In A Fog

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...

Letting Go And Moving On

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. _______________________________...