Motherhood has a subtle lie attached to it. These years are not about me, they are about them. Sounds good, right? I scurry to fill tummies and enrich minds and foster hunger for Jesus. I teach fingers to tie shoes, lips to say “will you forgive me?”, and...
“The words of the Lord are pure words, like silver tried in a furnace of the earth, purified seven times.” Psalm 12:6** I was made to inhale and exhale purity. What is there of mine, if tried in the furnace of earth, that could stand? But You, oh God,...
2011 was filled with my favorites (because — shhh — when I decide I like something it’s pretty hard for me not to give it favorite status). I have a hard time not sharing what I love and most times my enthusiasm is so buoyant it’s...
I sat in her office, rigid. She asked questions and I gave hollow answers. I tried to steal glances around her office when she looked down to scribble notes. I scanned her bookshelf for familiar titles or authors I trusted. When I spotted her credentials listed on the...
When life bulges — pushes, prods and stretches — simple adoration is my safe place. He has made for me a quiet alcove, in the loud years of raising littles, to remind me of all that is good. (Each Monday, the column of adoration to the right-side of my...
