“In his hand is the life of every living thing and the breath of all mankind.” ~Job 12:10 ESV The sand in the cake incident is what finally broke me. During my in-laws’ open house, our daughter inexplicably tossed a handful of sand on her grandma’s beautiful, homemade celebration cake. It was rendered inedible, of…
Stacy the guinea pig had lived a long, happy life. I, however, felt terrible. My husband and son were adventuring in Canada while I held down the fort at home. Not twenty-four hours into my solo parenting time, I began to feel the telltale signs of strep throat. You can only “mom” so well from…
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…
I didn’t grow up in a church tradition that followed the liturgical church calendar. While we lit candles in an Advent wreath, we rarely mentioned other liturgical seasons throughout the year. Because of this, I first learned about Lent when my Catholic and Lutheran friends in middle and high school asked what I was giving…
The icy days set in, and I layer up to plow straight into the cold night. A cozy sweater and all pretense aside, I know more than the bitter chill of the night is waiting for me. A hard conversation banked up on every side, begging to be moved before the dawn. Surely you know…
“I just feel like my life is so…normal,” I complained. “I need to grow, to be stretched.” My best friend and I sat in my living room, her infant foster son in her lap. She was living out the gospel, loving—and eventually adopting—a child in need of a family. I had recently read Interrupted by…