Of all the New Year’s trends, picking one word for the year has been one of my favorites. More than just a checklist goal, picking a word helps me change my perspective. If I had to pick a word for this year, it would be experience. This is twofold: I want to have new experiences,…
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…
My birthday is in June. According to the doctor, I was supposed to be born at the beginning of the month, but I didn’t arrive until the end. To me, this means all of June is for celebrating. My family likes to remind me how long it took for me to arrive. Extended family planned…
On my way to a counseling appointment recently, I was thinking about what I wanted to discuss with my therapist. All at once the inadequacies I felt as a woman, a wife, a mother, a friend, a missionary, and a writer smacked me in the face, and I began to make a mental list of…
February is fabulous—the best month of the year, in my opinion. It’s the month to pause and take a breath. As this second month of the new year arrives, we are settling into the possibilities. The distractions from the previous year’s calendar no longer require our attention. Our televisions have returned to regular programming, and…
There’s a song by Jason Gray that goes, I wanna live like there’s no tomorrow Love like I’m on borrowed time It’s good to be alive, yeah The first line of the chorus, above, reminds me of the old cliche that says almost exactly the same thing: we ought to live like it’s our last…