Sticks and Stones

Are you still shock-able?  Several times recently, a Christ-follower on social media has shocked me completely. The circumstances have been very different—for instance, a writer publicly nursing a private wound, or in another case, a thinker and his Twitter followers howling out against injustice. In each case, someone lashed out, using the harshest language we... Continue Reading →

Still to See

This morning there are a million things to do. Sticky things, like planning for a major trip--tickets, insurance, money, lists--the wrapping up of another school year, tests, did I do that yet? and what if I forget? I have that sense that if I am not careful, the world outside my windows will start to... Continue Reading →

Fire

It should have been a trip to the ICU, and instead it's just a bad hair day. Yesterday I did something really stupid, the sort of thing I would lambaste my children for. Unable to get my lighter to work, I threw a lit match into our gas grill. Predictably, this ignited a huge ball... Continue Reading →

Paige’s Prayer

Today I'd like to welcome my sweet friend Susan to the blog. It wasn't long ago that she shared a great story with me, and I asked if she'd write it out to share with all of you. This is a great reminder for me as a mom...and as a child. Don't you love how... Continue Reading →

In Lieu of Lifeway

The news of another bookstore chain going under is sad news, indeed. As the author of a book that never appeared in brick-and-mortar stores apart from the occasional customer request, I can speak for newbie authors everywhere that the demise of the paper book store tolls a sad bell for writers unknown. Think about your... Continue Reading →

God of the Impossible

"Moses!" It is my daughter's favorite faux cuss word, a word when life surprises her (and maybe not in a good way.) When her brother knocks a glass of milk into her lap. Moses! When she bumps into a forgotten deadline. Moses! When we wake up to a snow hurricane--um, thank you, Denver, but we'll... Continue Reading →

No Such Thing as Coincidence

Let me explain about L'Abri. Not, I mean to say, about L'Abri the place, nor about Francis Schaeffer's obsession with knickers, nor Edith Schaeffer's tireless (I'm tired just thinking about it) hospitality—but about how the idea of L'Abri has fired up my imagination and intersected with my life in interesting ways. Growing up in an... Continue Reading →

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