It’s that time of year again; time to choose a word for the upcoming year. I’m not sure if having a word is as fashionable in 2022 as it was five or six years ago, but I appreciate the practice and intention. I’m sure everyone has their own method of choosing or discovering their word….
What do I do with the in-between time? The time between the current thing and the next thing? That space between what was and what is to come is referred to as liminal space (from the Latin limen which means “threshold”). Liminal space can also refer to a space of transition, like a hallway or a…
In the twelve years since my first pregnancy, the small miracles and thrilling firsts have faded to simple, warm recollections of a season that has come and gone. I do remember, though, the strange paradox of knowing early on that I was pregnant but not looking or feeling different. It’s a bit mind-bending to know…
No one could have prepared me for how hard things would be, but I could feel the prayers. They were lifting each foot as I walked, carrying me around the grocery store and holding me together when I could no longer think straight. They were with me in the middle of the night when I…
“Did a big fish really swallow Jonah?” my seven-year-old son asked as I closed his children’s Bible. Barrett recently took up fishing, so bass and bluegill are on his mind a lot these days. He watches tutorials on fishing lures and practices tying them in the garage. He also studies the saltwater species. We know…
I was a naïve twenty-six years old when the army sent our family to Germany. Over thirty years later, three things about the half-hour drive from the Stuttgart airport to our apartment are still vivid in my memory. I was unspeakably relieved to be with my husband again after six months in separate countries. I…