Sojourners Abroad

I suppose everyone who's ever traveled very long or very far from home has had two epiphanies in common: All my life, I never knew __________ was wonderful.All my life, I never knew __________ was pathetic. You travel from the US to the UK and suddenly become very aware of the life-changing delight of clothes... Continue Reading →

Commencement

They arrive in the mail and show up on Facebook-- photos of that little girl we used to know, all dressed up in cap and gown, or that toddler now wearing a tie. It is the season of completions, and new beginnings-- graduation. But it is a different kind of commencement at our house this... 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 →

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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