Two months ago, I made a promise to myself: this year, I will not fall to pieces and get resentful and weird when the next predictably busy season hits. I will not accuse my basketball-coach husband of loving the sport more than me. I will be patient and supportive, knowing that the season will soon…
I am both privileged and thankful to say that my childhood was mostly happy. Almost every day was graced with laughter, friendship, family, food, and fun. My best friend lived only a few doors down, and we recklessly chased adventures all over our neighborhood. Winters were truly wonderlands. Summers smelled of hot dogs, macaroni, and…
“God’s trying to tell you something,” my friend says pointedly, raising her eyebrows at me with a small smile playing about her lips. We walk out of the church and say our goodbyes, and I make my way slowly to my car. The afternoon is hot and breezy. It is fall in North Texas. The…
January is no longer a time when I lament who I haven’t yet become. Instead, I am choosing radical acceptance both for who I am and who I am becoming. I have not gotten here quickly or easily; rather, this is a hard-earned, always evolving lens through which I’m learning to frame my story. I’m…
But he who enters by the door is the shepherd of the sheep. To him the gatekeeper opens. The sheep hear his voice, and he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. When he has brought out all his own, he goes before them, and the sheep follow him, for they know…
When your child is playing in the other room, and you suddenly realize you haven’t heard him or her for a few minutes, you undoubtedly make one assumption: something is wrong. Whenever this happened, and I called to our oldest daughter, “Becca, what are you doing?” she would always reply, “I’m being very carefully!” Grammar…