At first glance, you might notice a tired, white brick wall, years beyond its prime. The yellowing tough exterior, the dark age spots, and its unkempt appearance indicate years of hard work and ... Read More about Perspective
Rhythms
The gentle beeping tells me it’s 5:30 AM. I sit up, pulling the pink foam earplugs from my ears (some people snore around here), and gently pull the bedside drawer open to tuck them away until night ... Read More about Rhythms
A Brief Note, A Book Review, and a Giveaway
Is it just me or do we live in a time when we are more connected online than we are face-to-face? In the West, it seems, our main way of engaging others is found in a hand-held device (or watch) that ... Read More about A Brief Note, A Book Review, and a Giveaway
When God Seems to Play Favorites
Remember Uzzah, that Israelite in the Old Testament who saw the Ark of the Covenant teeter from the ox cart, then reached out to steady it? And God struck him dead? Or King David who saw the woman ... Read More about When God Seems to Play Favorites
For the One Waiting to Adopt
A few years ago, Glendon & I began to sense a holy nudge toward adoption. After a month or so of hushed conversations, fervent prayer, and increasing heartache over the crisis of kids with Down ... Read More about For the One Waiting to Adopt
When Generosity Tastes Like Crab Cakes
When we bought our old home on Walnut a few years ago, we opted for small town life, where we can walk to the library, the post office, the bank, the park, even the doctor, which I’ve done on ... Read More about When Generosity Tastes Like Crab Cakes
![When I think back to the early months of motherhood, those bleary-eyed, overwhelming days (nights?) of colic and learning the needs of my first born, I can hardly believe we're here.
The toddler who traipsed around in Huggies and heels, singing made-up tunes and chatting with her hilarious imaginary friend, Lackey, outgrew my heels two years ago. And for the past year, I've been looking up to her--literally.
The longer I parent, the more I discover this gift to be one long, winding road of learning to let go. From the moment she said, "My do it, Mommy," I knew we had begun to leave the days of her tiny hand snuggled in mine.
And while I know these seasons of greater independence are part of her journey, I'm still surprised when they arrive with another milestone at my door, another invitation to release. Some days I ache to hold on just a little longer.
Happy 17th, Sissy.
You're a gift to our home, to your friends, to this aching world.
[ID: A white teen girl with brown hair in 2 braids, wearing black leggings and a black hoodie, is walking in the woods. Sun beams are coming through the trees as she walks away from the camera.]
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