A Sacred Space
His voice broke as he hugged his son. Emotion from my steady-Eddy. “I’m proud of you,” he says. Then he is wrapped in the long arms of the teenager who now towers above his dad. A manly bear-hug. Our...
View ArticleThat Circle Thing
You can’t give to someone else what you don’t have. I think about that a lot. Especially when it comes to the most important things in life, like love, grace, joy, hope . . . And especially when it...
View ArticleGift Upon Gift
Gift upon Gift. Joy upon Joy. After I posted last Wednesday something beautiful happened. I got an email offering me a JOB singing WORSHIP music. There are few things I enjoy more than singing, and no...
View ArticleMy Girl in Afghanistan
Thank you to all in the blogging community who offered this momma emotional support as her daughter traveled to a war-torn country. While she was in Afghanistan she sent me a picture of the street...
View ArticleA Momma’s Heart for Her Graduate
As a little boy you told me, “I’ll always want you to hug me, Mom.” You were frustrated because your big brother had just said I hugged him too much. Not only were you concerned my feelings had been...
View ArticleWhy Does Empty Nest Last So Long?
Blueberry wholewheat pancakes for Dad, Stephen, and me. Chocolate chips melting in Sam and Seth’s. Even after Dad left for work we lingered at the table. They teased me for offering hot drinks from the...
View ArticleMy 2015 Christmas Miracle (Part 2)
Releasing the week of Christma God woke me in the middle of the night. “I said fiction and non-fiction.” That was it, but I heard Him loud and clear. The next morning–sometime early in 2015–I awoke...
View ArticleGrandma’s Recipe
There’s something satisfying about being bonded through food to someone you love. Several years ago I happened upon a recipe for banana pudding in one of my cookbooks. It delighted me to see...
View ArticleGiving Away a Book!
To date I’ve not published a book that is as vulnerable and near to my heart as Soul Scents: Bloom. It’s a book about discovering Jesus as peace and hope during times of on-going trial. It explains...
View ArticleUnconditional
The semi-circle of peaks wraps around me, too distant to hug, too soft to stand sentinel. But they do both stand guard and comfort. It is November. Their sides are dry and brittle, beige and grey. The...
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