At the top of my list last Christmas was a simple sweatshirt from Preemptive Love Coalition with the words “Love Anyway” written across the front of it. After a brief time volunteering with a group of Turkish refugees who wanted to learn English, the message of loving despite differences or cost had never been closer…
Running was once a large part of my life. Not in the way it is for the people who line the backs of their vehicles with stickers proudly declaring the length of their latest marathon or who rise early in the morning to train for the next, but in the sense that it was part…
I was a twenty-year-old youth pastor’s wife living in rural Colorado the day I stood in a bank ladies’ room and saw two lines on a stick staring back at me. A spirited young lady who worked the teller line next to me, often enticing me to join her in loudly singing bad versions of…
The ground was covered with a glistening white blanket of freshly fallen snow, and flakes the size of saucers gently drifted down as we made our way to Central Park in New York City. The near-whiteout conditions had slowed the city to a halt, and we found parking in a spot usually reserved for a…
My daughter recently moved to a new school where, on the first day, she promptly fell hard for a little boy named Liam. According to our girl, Liam had “great hair,” was kind, and was smart. Apparently, this was the winning combination needed to steal her kindergarten heart. Since that first day, we’ve heard about…
I have a habit of falling in love with houses over the internet. We made an offer on our last home before ever seeing it in person. Something deep inside me shifted when I saw the listing appear within our search criteria. We’d found home. My husband found our current home—also on the internet, of…