A friend called on Wednesday. The first words out of her mouth described the death by overdose of another friend’s 23 year old son – a bright and capable college senior. Our already difficult conversation was interrupted by another call. It was my friend’s own daughter, whose choices against God are causing a great deal… Read More Advent Hope: Waiting For That Day
Lenox Liberty. Registering for china was still a thing when I got married, and that’s the official name of the fine china I registered for as a bride-to-be back in 1992. Actually, that’s not really true. I registered for another pattern, was gifted about ten sets of that pattern, decided I liked the Liberty pattern… Read More A Place At The Table
My friend, Jenny, posted this blog post of mine from 2011 on Facebook last week, and I hardly recognized myself when I re-read it. I’m finding it harder than ever to rest these days…to actually obey this commandment, which is one of the top TEN, or rather an important and overarching category of God’s whole… Read More Grace in the Law of the Sabbath: A Reminder
We’ve been home from Scotland a week now, but we hit the ground running… back into real life and ministry and back into writing this 25 page research paper that I may have mentioned about a million times now. It’s one of the two seminary classes I’m taking, and taking two classes at once might… Read More Our Lassie Lies Over The Ocean
A few of you have either mentioned how much Cooper’s testimony meant to you, or expressed a desire to read it. Here it is, reprinted with Cooper’s permission. His baptism, along with two others that day, happened this past Sunday, and it was…well, I’m not sure I have a word for it. Cooper’s life, well-being,… Read More Friday Favorites: Cooper’s Story
Did you know that P.S. is an abbreviation for “post scriptum”? It’s Latin for “written after.” And that’s why you never write P.S.S. if you have more than one thing to add, because you want to say “post, post scriptum” meaning written after the first “written after” if that makes any sense…and not written, written after.… Read More A Battle and a Rescue: Part 3 (Post Scriptum)
I watched the kind man in the truck drive away to his early shift, I imagine. Not knowing quite what to do with myself at that point, I walked back outside of my dorm and onto the former boarding school campus where we were staying for our retreat. I knew Robert was walking somewhere on… Read More A Battle and a Rescue: Part 2
Seventeen years ago today, I was doing the breakfast dishes and watching the Today Show on our small kitchen television when they started to show footage of the World Trade Center on fire. An airplane was reported to have hit one of the towers causing the fire. Kory, who was 6 at the time, came running through… Read More Remembering the Day: Beauty for Ashes
It was three weeks ago today, and it’s still so vivid in my mind. Most of my early morning runs are not very memorable – the familiar pavement, an hour of peace, lots of prayers, maybe a (one earbud) podcast – but the one I set off for on Monday, August 20 at 6:15am left… Read More A Battle and a Rescue: Part 1
I’m only pulling out two plates for dinner these days. I’m not pulling Lego guy pistols and swords out of the debris I just swept from the dining room floor anymore. There are no loud crashes of wooden block towers on wood floors heard from upstairs. I’m not making two pizzas (Mexican & pepperoni) every… Read More It’s Quiet Here