“Nothing is ever really gone until your mum can’t find it.” I read this line in a Fredrik Backman novel and connected with it instantly. Moms know where to find everything. “Mom, where are my earbuds?” On the table. “I can’t find my homework folder!” Look on the sofa. “Where are my white Adidas shoes?”…
The ophthalmologist’s assistant had performed all the preliminary procedures and tests—the drops in my eyes, the “put your chin here” in front of that mammoth whatever-it-is machine, the instrument on my numb eyeballs, and probably some other procedures I have since gratefully forgotten. But she hadn’t hinted at the coming shock. My doctor casually walked…
One night recently, my son Eli presented a familiar request. “Tell me a story about me when I was little, Mommy.” Since he’s not quite six, I fought the urge to say, “One time when you were not quite six, you asked me to tell you a story about you when you were little.” But…
“Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect” (Romans 12:2 NASB). I grew up in a conservative church filled with wonderful people who loved Jesus. The leaders surrounding me desired to live their lives…