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As my husband says, I'm not the "bloggiest" of bloggers. With hearts-needing-tending under our roof, with 15+ years of combined fatherlessness to work through ... as well as the many years of my own living like I had no Father, I've consciously made this blog to be a...
You Said Her Name In That Way
She, supposing Him to be the gardener, said to Him, “Sir, if You have carried Him away, tell me where You have laid Him, and I will take Him away.” Jesus said to her, “Mary!" She turned and said to Him,“Rabboni!” (which is to say, Teacher). - excerpt from John...
Marvelous Silence
Now Jesus stood before the governor. And the governor asked Him, saying, “Are You the King of the Jews?” Jesus said to him, “It is as you say.” And while He was being accused by the chief priests and elders, He answered nothing. Then Pilate said to Him, “Do You not...
A Death-Life Exchange, Even Before Your Death
Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into His hands, and that He had come from God and was going to God, rose from supper and laid aside His garments, took a towel and girded Himself. After that, He poured water into a basin and began to wash the...
My Dance
She spins and twirls and her chest heaves from sighs that aren't tiredness, but little-girl devotion. I know my wee thing well enough to know that when her eyes clamp shut and her arms whisk unmethodically through the air, there is an auditorium she goes to with...
Holy Week’s First Outpouring
"And when Jesus was in Bethany at the house of Simon the leper, a woman came to Him having an alabaster flask of very costly fragrant oil, and she poured it on His head as He sat at the table. But when His disciples saw it, they were indignant, saying, “Why this...
God, Translated
My flesh, loud against the gentleness of the Father, is not the final word. Wouldn't you know it, the very thing set to derail me, is His opportunity to shine ... in me. My weakness is His perfection. And a taste of Him, like this, in me makes me want to throw off the...
Like No Other Monday
I spoke too quickly. I gushed. I said words about what's been buried deep, but in a setting that was meant for laughter and easy fraternizing. And there it was, out there, that intimate expression lobbed into hands which couldn't quite catch it. I went under,...
The Smell of His Skin
I ended my road run on the beach the morning after we arrived. Up the boardwalk stairs, I could smell it before I saw it. I always loved that first look at the ocean after a year spent only viewing it in my memory. I had forgotten, in that moment, that the last time I...
My Life is Full of Favorites
It's that time again. I love finding my favorites and sharing them. (The beauty of this God-Man shows up in His children.) And this month they are popping up among my friends. Though this list is by no means exhaustive! Here's just a little early-taste of the people I...