It’s December, and I’m not Christmas shopping. No scribbled list of stocking stuffers, who wants what, sizes and colors, links listed. Our family is trying something new…presence for presents. Our four kids are older now, which means we are spreading out with...
I visited my village Sunday morning. I don’t see them often, maybe just two or three times a year. But when I see them, it’s like I’ve been wrapped in the comfort of my old favorite quilt. It feels good because it feels familiar. My village knows me. And I know them....
When I was in college I was actually jealous of my friends who had amazing conversion stories. Their movement from dark to light was exciting—great for youth rally testimonies. My story felt so boring. Nothing spectacular. My friend, Denean—with an insipiring story,...
Tomorrow we roll out for a ten hour road trip. And I’m looking forward to it. That’s a switch. I used to anticipate a road trip with the four kids about like anticipating a dentist appointment. It was necessary to get where we wanted to go, but I knew that it was...
“And how do we keep our balance? That I can tell you in one word: tradition!” The rest of the movie, The Fiddler on the Roof, is about Tevye trying to keep his balance in shifting traditions. Can you relate? Are you in a time of tradition transition? Maybe it’s a...
My sitting muscles are still reminding me today that I planted daffodil bulbs over the weekend. I had a great sense of accomplishment when I spread the mulch over the last patch of bulbs that were nestled six inches underground. I often solicit the “awes” of amazement...
