The Awkward Beauty of Spring
While my friends from the west side of our state are posting photos of flowers, budding trees, and honeybees; spring
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God This Week
True Poverty
What broke my heart was that the very sign that distracted that man, spelled out his need.
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The Many Shades of Grief
I have watched three people die.
Last week, it was sitting by my grandfather’s bed singing hymns. Watching his chest rise and fall in labored breathing.
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All Smashed Together
Before I could share with my husband and receive a loving hug of encouragement, our youngest shoved past my writing chair and pounded his fist on the bathroom door. Snarls or rage and pain answered back and I knew that our middle son must have been putting in his contacts at that exact moment, stabbing himself in the eye … again.
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The Altar
It is humble. The crowded coffee table is at my right, a stack of laundry baskets boiling over with clean cloths is at my left, and my writing chair is just behind me. Sometimes the dog creeps into it and I have to shoo her away before I write. Nonetheless, in the quiet darkness of the early morning, after I study God’s word but before I open my computer to write, I kneel.
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The time had come. With tears in his voice, Sweet Boy#3 asked me to look for a new home for
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I prayed one of those dangerous prayers this week. One of the kind that you are not sure you want
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It is so hard to know what God is doing or even if He is doing something in your life.
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