Longing for a Silent Night
“I hate to feel this way about the holidays,” a friend recently said to me, “but I wish it was over.” I admit to struggling with this tension too. Sometimes, … Continue reading Longing for a Silent Night
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“I hate to feel this way about the holidays,” a friend recently said to me, “but I wish it was over.” I admit to struggling with this tension too. Sometimes, … Continue reading Longing for a Silent Night
This isn’t how it is supposed to be. The morning after I moved my daughter, Meghan, out of her first apartment and back home, this was the only thought I … Continue reading What Do We Do When Life Falls Apart? The Psalms Show Us the Way
The first possession I remember treasuring was a little red tricycle. I was very small when I received it, too small, in fact to work the pedals. I remember the … Continue reading A Bedtime Story For An Anxious World
Work, Work, Work I worked as a maid during my first year in college, and it was a year in which I wasn’t just bone-tired, I was weary. This is … Continue reading Are You Tired, or Are You Weary? Why the Difference Matters to God.
This week I have driven one thousand miles in three afternoons without ever leaving the boundaries of my small town (or at least it feels like it). What I do … Continue reading Pain with a Purpose (and the perils of Spring sports season)
If I could hop into the Tardis with The Doctor and go back twenty years to give myself one piece of parenting advice, it would be this: Delight in your … Continue reading Hey, Dr. Who… I Need to Go Back to 1995
“Do you like it here?” I asked my 17-year-old daughter. We were in New Orleans for a few days on a college tour. “Yes,” she said. “I do.” The light … Continue reading Snapping Turtle Grace
On the way to take my 13-year-old to the orthodontist today, I sighed and said, “It is 1:30 and I have yet to do any work.” (non kid work, that … Continue reading Work? Maybe I should Just Lay Down For Awhile…
The new humanity that is created around Jesus (through the incarnation and redemption) is not a humanity that is always going to e successful and in control of things, but … Continue reading It Sure is Messy Down Here
I woke up tired yesterday, and was tired all day long. Then last evening, I hit pause on the tyranny of the urgent, hopped in my Jeep and picked up … Continue reading Starving for Beauty
I remember catching glimpses of my grandmother’s Bible as a child and being in awe. It was so different than my own back then. As a child, my Bible was … Continue reading My Grandmother’s Bible
When I was a kid, someone gave my siblings and me a blue, plastic trumpet. Thanks to World Cup Soccer, I now know that blue, plastic horn has a name- … Continue reading Grace Until the Cows Come Home