“Lord, you have been our dwelling place in all generations.” (Ps. 90:1 ESV) My husband and I aren’t big celebrators or gift-givers, but on our twenty-fifth anniversary, he made a book for me. It was a countdown of things we had done over the years, from “Twenty-five years of marriage” to “One love of my…
I was halfway to the coffee maker, ruminating on how Monday morning hadn’t been gentle with me. I texted my husband: Do you think I’ll regret breaking my coffee fast? What I was foregoing for Lent felt so small, so insignificant. My hand hung over the espresso grounds as my husband texted back: Regret? Maybe…
“Breath is the percussion of language.” The tall, willowy yoga instructor said this to the class in a lilt that hinted at her formal actor’s training and enviable diaphragmatic control. At my age, with quadriceps straining to sustain my squatted “goddess” pose, I was just happy to control my bladder. The morning class was the…
“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.” (Ps. 19:1 NIV) I was born and raised in Michigan, where winters are cold and snowy. I remember feeling like Randy from A Christmas Story when I was a child, bundled up in so many thick layers that I could…
We opened church by playing with playdough last week. One person on a team created something from a list of words, and the others had to guess what it was. I am sad to say, my husband and I lost by a significant margin. I guess it’s good for the pastor to be humbled. We’re…
Will celebrations be bigger and “better” this year? Recently, as I scrolled through social media, I noticed a friend’s comment on a birthday celebration photo of her daughter. The comment said, “She deserves this.” As I looked at the smiling face of my friend’s daughter, I wondered what the comment meant. Of course, with the…