It’s a Thursday morning and I’m getting the boys ready for a trip to our city’s waterfront. My 4 year old wants to look at the boats, play on the playground, take a ride on the ferry. It’s June and sunny, but the air is cool. I zip zippers, snap buttons, velcro shoes. Toss the… Continue reading Band aids and a lesson in love
“Without oxen a stable stays clean, but you need a strong ox for a large harvest.” (Proverbs 14:4) Years ago when my husband and I were just newlyweds, a family we had recently met invited us over for dinner. I walk into the kitchen to see pumpkin soup simmering on the stove – the shell… Continue reading Pumpkin soup and laundry heaps
It was one of those days. You know the kind. You wake up to yet another day home with the kids. The weather’s sunny and warm, meaning you’ll all want to be outside but you wonder if you have the energy to carry yourself and the kids through the day. I decide to pack us… Continue reading Headaches, lilacs, and carrying on
Through my teenage years I read my Bible with great conviction but even greater guilt. Did I read for long enough? was the constant thought running through my mind as I lay in bed at night, eyes drooping, the light from the clip lamp on my headboard shining on the NLT that lay open on… Continue reading Whatcha reading?
“How are you doing over there, Andrea?” A friend of my parents turns to me and asks. We are seated at a long table in a restaurant, surrounded by my parents and a handful of their friends. We’ve just come from a Good Friday service. I smile and respond that I’m doing well. “I’m just… Continue reading “You don’t have to wait for the End. I am, right now, Resurrection and Life.”
“Two boys?” The lady in line behind me asks. I smile and nod as I simultaneously grit my teeth at the price of yet another load of groceries. “You’re lucky,” she says. I know, deep down, she’s right. But in that moment I want to tell her that although they look adorable sitting side by side… Continue reading Making heaven real
I remember a night when my first son was almost 3 months old. We were in the darkness of his room, his little body still small enough to fit in the crook of my arms. I had just nursed him in the rocking chair that sat in the corner, as I did every night before… Continue reading Waking up
