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,...
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...
I was half distracted with the next item on my list and half preoccupied by the events of the morning. I didn’t even notice the tutorial happening a few paces away. The woman stocking the produce held out two different pears to demonstrate the difference between...
Now there were in the same country shepherd living out in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night. And behold, an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were greatly afraid. Then the angel said to them,...
The candle on my counter-top has become my reminder. I scoot aside breakfast bowls, school supplies and mail waiting for stamps to light this little flame that says aroma will rise in this place. Aroma can rise in this place. Rest is available now. In this moment. In...
