Confessions of a Coffee Addict
After my husband and I became engaged, I knew he had a habit that I would have to break. It was not a really bad habit, as far as bad habits go. But I was unsure of its side-effects. It was rumored to
The Stranger Who Changed Me
At ten years old, I borrowed a book from the library that had mistress in the title. Granted, the cover art featured a gilded carriage reminiscent of Cinderella, with sparkles that flashed in the spokes of the wheels. My mother did
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”
Resurrection
“That is what mortals misunderstand. They say of some temporal suffering, ‘No future bliss can make up for it’ not knowing that Heaven, once attained, will work backwards and turn even that agony into a glory.” –C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce
Seeking the Simple Life
Have we truly been born in the wrong time period, or is this yearning directing us toward something more?
Fault Lines
On Saturday morning, at exactly 11:03, I was sitting on the couch with my daughter when I realized that the upstairs was shaking. The glass rattled in the windowpanes. I stared up at the ceiling, half-expecting it to crack into