I spent time this holiday season with my beautiful sisters-in-law—one of my favorite things to do. We ate, we talked, we played games, we brewed iced coffee, we washed dishes. As I scrubbed cereal bowls on Sunday morning, I saw hanging above Renita’s kitchen sink an index card with a Bible verse that immediately captivated […]
Dear Jesus, I can hardly believe it, but two thousand years later it’s easy to think that the stable was a romantic place for a birth. Cozy light, cooing doves, an immaculate virgin, a smiling baby. The stable was an awful place for a birth, cold and dark, filled with pooping cows and flatulating donkeys
“I’d like a small iced cappuccino,” I tell the waitress at Timmy’s. “Caramel.” As I carry it to my vehicle I take my first sip. I’ve never tried a caramel iced cappuccino before, and the sweet coffee flavor explodes upon my senses. Unexpectedly, I begin to cry right there in the Tim Horton’s parking lot,
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Part A Confession: Almost I would give up writing on any issue I care about, for the way in which I am tested in that area immediately afterwards. I wrote about seeing work as play, and immediately began taking my own so seriously I could hardly stop to breathe. I wrote about grace, and started
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Confession: This morning as I knead the bread dough and hang the too-many pairs of jeans on the line in the sunshine and remember the friend going into surgery for breast cancer, this song is giving me chills. Wonderful grace of Jesus, greater than all my sin… He is so good. When I sing these
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Confession: It’s a good thing I joked about coming off antidepressant meds while I still could—while it was fuzzy and funny. I wasn’t laughing two weeks later. I thought I was losing my mind. But I’d rather not think about that so much now—only say hence, six blog posts in three weeks. I can’t write when
You’ll never guess where I am right now. Yes ma’am. Down Virginia way. The unbelievable mercy of Jesus, that’s what I call it— That she is well enough to sit up, to eat fried chicken, to laugh at my jokes. That I was provided with a complimentary ride to Virginia on Monday, and a complimentary
Confession: I don’t have an answer to the question. Sometimes I think I don’t even know the question. To any of you who felt jerked around in this story—“Where is this girl at, anyway? First this and then that–” Remember there’s a reason. I’m feeling jerked around too. I like to imagine, in my fonder
Dear Reader, In writing to you today I am pretending that you are one person, instead of the unwieldy and three-dimensional herd of actuality. It’s kind of hard talking personally to a herd. Condense yourself if you will. There, that’s better. You and I are sitting together over tea. I want to talk to you
Walking through the woods, I found a little door. I’m sure I saw a welcome mat laid down, curled from waiting. I’d like to stop in for tea sipped from an acorn cup, and some sweet nut cakes. I’d like to forget that I’m adult, that there are dirty dishes and bad news waiting in
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