Each of us is an Innkeeper who decides if there is room for Jesus. ~Neal A. Maxwell In August 1993, we drove from Colorado to New York with a twenty-two-month-old and a three-year-old. The first evening we stopped around seven to get a room. Town after town along the interstate met us with the…
We’re rounding the bend into another holiday season. Once again, we reflect on the previous twelve months. We wonder how they flew by so fast and marvel that we survived. It’s been a lot of a lot. It’s easy, at times like this, when there’s so much unrest, injustice, and fear, to keep peeking around…
I feel like I’ve been waiting my entire life. As a child, I spent my time waiting for Christmas, my birthday, and summer vacation. As I grew, I waited on graduation, turning twenty-one, and finding “the one.” In adulthood, I’ve waited for my husband to return from war, babies to be born, and planes to…
Over the past year, we have been confronted by fear on almost every side as we’ve faced health scares, school stressors, political tensions, isolation, loss, relational and financial strain. We’ve also borne witness to great acts of love: healthcare workers tirelessly caring for the sick, neighbors lending helping hands to those in need, grandparents learning…
Some of my earliest memories are related to my fear of the dark. I’ve heard people say they aren’t afraid of the dark, but of what’s in the dark. Not me! I lay full blame on the dark. Darkness conceals things that aren’t allowed to bother you in the daytime. When I was little, I…
“Santa Claus raised boys to life again after they were in pickle barrels?” my son asked. “That’s the story. But it was God who raised them to life. He just used Saint Nicholas,” I said. Neither my husband nor I celebrated Santa Claus growing up. Our parents prioritized the celebration of Jesus’ birth over the…