I know this season is all about Jesus. But I have a confession. When I look at the nativity scene with baby Jesus swaddled in a manger, I can’t help but see Mary kneeling beside him. And I admire her. Don’t worry. I don’t worship her. Jesus is my Lord and Savior. But...
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...
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,...
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...
My sons had a smirk on their faces and cut knowing glances at Gary and me during last Sunday’s lunch. They knew that I had stretched a family rule when I left the TV on mute for our guests–loyal Cowboy fans wanting to follow the game. Big mistake. Charles just...
A couple of days ago, Lucas rummaged in the refrigerator for an afternoon snack and nonchalantly told me about his drive home from school. “I just gave this homeless guy a ride to the civic center, Mom. His name is Wayne. I’ve never met anyone named Wayne.” If this...
