When God Packs Your Lunch
My mom packed a sack lunch for me daily for nearly my entire school career. (Thirteen years, three sisters, and my father… that’s a lot…
My mom packed a sack lunch for me daily for nearly my entire school career. (Thirteen years, three sisters, and my father… that’s a lot…
It’s been a good year on the anger front. On speculation, I’d say it has to do with: a) The Holy Spirit. b) Having made…
You probably already do this as a mom, but during the holiday season our evaluation becomes even more important: “Which is more valuable here–my money,…
I am, as they say, “paperwork pregnant.” It wasn’t coursing hormones or a full bladder that stirred me this morning at 5:06, but a chirpy…
“You look festive!” My friend looked over my golf-ball-sized silver hoops, turquoise tank, knit plum skirt. It was one of my more art teacher-ish outfits….
It was the dress rehearsal for “The Pirates of Penzance” at a local Christian school. A friend had asked me to pitch in on the…
Something tells me I’m not the only one with a to-do list that’s got a lot more mileage than my day. You’ve been there. When…
It was time: My husband and I took a night away just before the new year. We needed to pray, to plan, to think—both alone…
Sunday afternoons at my house have had some perks lately. They have found me on my back porch with a little 5-year-old who looks a…
I’ve been there, and am still somewhat there. It’s fuzzy. Mostly for severe lack of sleep. But I remember. Some of you are still nursing…