“If God were small enough to be understood, he would not be big enough to be worshipped.” ~Evelyn Underhill The last few years have been sort of crazy ones. After trying to get pregnant with a third baby for two years, I had a miscarriage. Then it took another year after that before I had…
One of my favorite hobbies is chasing a good sunset or sunrise. When my life seems out of control, something about the consistency of nature feels like a promise straight from Jesus. The other day as I was driving to work, an incredible sunrise was developing just ahead of me. I quickly began to realize…
I love old books. Maybe it’s the smell of history that rolls out with the crackly pages. Maybe it’s the tone of authority old-fashioned English gives to the words. Maybe it’s knowing the words are the only remaining living parts of the author. Certainly it’s the look and feel of a proper cloth binding. Hudson…
On this blog back in May, I shared about how the opening of our local pool club on Memorial Day weekend signaled the beginning of summer to me. I also shared how I was going to be intentional about the pool club being my mission field. (Click here for that post). Unfortunately, unseasonably cold weather kept…
The stakes were high, and I was a novice. Choosing my firstborn’s school put my beloved son at the mercy of my meager mom skills, and I was desperate to get this right. I couldn’t sleep. Fear had me wrapped in knots. I was afraid of events that hadn’t happened, yet they were haunting me…
The summer before I turned fifteen, I went to a Christian camp with my youth group. Although it was a wonderful experience, one wherein I began to develop my own faith, my adolescence was still steeped in drama and self-centeredness. I made it clear to God that I needed to hear from him personally that…