I’ve always had a smidge of sympathy for Lot’s wife. I know, I know. If God tells you to go, you go and don’t wonder at what you’re leaving behind. That’s a whole lot easier said than done. Besides, I don’t think the point of the story is “never look behind you.” I think the… Continue reading That Time Looking Back Was Worth the Glance
I certainly didn’t wake up a week ago, thinking, What if I die today? I drank coffee with my writer-soul sisters and talked about a new book idea with my editor and mentor. I listened for all God might be telling me during this time away from my family. I heard him calling me to… Continue reading One Scary Sunday Afternoon … and One Good Gift
We hit D.C. last week. Yes, again. Sometimes blessings fall at your feet and I’m trying to be good about picking them up. My mom arranged for us to receive tickets the lighting of the National Christmas Tree. The program is nationally broadcast (Hallmark channel this year) and features popular performers as well as a… Continue reading That Time My Kids Almost Slept Through the National Christmas Tree Lighting
I adore that Anne of Modern Mrs. Darcy says this about the Saving My Life posts… The idea comes from Barbara Brown Taylor’s wonderful memoir Leaving Church. In it, Taylor tells the story of when she was invited to speak at a gathering, and her host assigned the topic: “Tell us what is saving your… Continue reading What’s Saving My Life :: Winter 2016 Edition
I’d forgotten all about these lyrics until my jazzercise instructor used the song in class the other day– Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes How do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets In midnights, in cups of coffee… Continue reading How Do You Measure a Year?
Sometimes all we need to get a fresh start is a moment to really look. A moment to watch as babies and lettuce and flowers grow right before our eyes. A moment to remember that providence is in the eye of my perspective. I’ve been hanging on to the now a bit lately. Not unlike… Continue reading On Providence and Perspective
One year ago, I was trapped by the daunting realization of motherhood times four.Today I gave up my early morning sleep to listen to that baby boy squeal all up and down his tenor range while attacking the bumper in his cradle. One year ago, I forced joy at my daughter’s seventh birthday, and then… Continue reading When 365 Makes a 180