Goodness and Mercy Shall Pursue Me
"Surely your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me all the days of my life, and I will live in the house of the LORD forever." ~ Psalm 23:6 On Friday, my best friend and I took a walk around Vanderbilt
Official Trailer for How the Light Gets In!
Hello, friends! I know you're all bustling around, buying last minute gifts and wrapping presents, but I thought I'd pop in a moment to share a gift with you! The book trailer for How the Light Gets In is here, and it's
Follow the Light
My girls and I had spent most of the day cooped up in the house. Attitudes were fraying around the edges—including mine. Then I had an epiphany: a pajama hike! I told the girls to put on their pajamas, since it
The Force of Waterfalls
“Aslan is a lion - the Lion, the great Lion." "Oh," said Susan. "I'd thought he was a man. Is he quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion." "Safe?" said Mr. Beaver. "Who said anything about safe? 'Course
“I Miss You!”
Our eldest daughter is, hands down, the most affectionate child I’ve ever known. If my husband and I are cuddling on the couch, she is not content until she’s dropped everything and sprawled herself across the pile. If we’re hugging
My Seashell Finder
Last week, a friend sent a picture from the newspaper showing my six-year-old daughter’s kindergarten class of 2030. Out of eleven students, three wanted to be veterinarians, three police officers, two teachers, one a firefighter, and one a scientist. Only one wanted
The Other Half of Me
Every day at eleven the elderly couple would sit at the rectangular table in the center of the square room that faced the restaurant kitchen. Within two weeks of my eighteenth summer I could put their order in the kitchen without bothering
Keeping Marriage From Losing Its Luster
As the jeweler passed my engagement and wedding ring back in a small plastic bag, I could not stop staring at the brilliance of the gems that had been filmed with neglect and time. I had not always taken them for
The Hourglass of Time
One o’clock in the morning and even in sleep my daughter hiccupped from the magnitude of her eleven o’clock cries. I nestled her closer – her feet pressing into my stomach like tiny hot stones, her dimpled hands clutching the
Climbing to New Heights
Two weeks ago my husband, Randy, was working on our chimney while I sat under the front porch writing. The wind swayed the trees bordering the field and spun the outdoor ceiling fans; hummingbirds buzzed each other like tropical insects