The Beauty of “Sometimes”
I'm just going to be honest. Sometimes I play opossum, so my husband will get up and rock our ten-month-old child back to sleep. Sometimes when she's crying, rather than comforting her, for a moment I want to close the bedroom door and
Vlog ~ Learning to Trust God One Step at a Time
(Sorry the vlog is slightly shaky. I talk with my hands, which jiggled the laptop on the pillow.)
Help Bind Up Their Wounds
The eight-year-old female soloist with long hair and freckles concluded the song. The children belted out, “Happy Birthday, Jesus!” in a confetti of sweetly discordant voices. A majority of the congregation rose to their feet. Tears filled my eyes. Every
Better Late Than Never
At 8:45 on Saturday morning, my husband’s Jeep lurched to a halt in our driveway. He came inside. I was seated at the counter in my terry-cloth bathrobe, feeding our nine-month-old her daily cereal and prunes. “Aren’t you supposed to—a go?” he said,
The Next Big Thing
I was honored when Cynthia Robertson and Sophfronia Scott tagged me in “The Next Big Thing,” a blog chain started by blogger She Writes to help female authors promote their current work by answering a set of questions and then “tagging”