Why We Are Here
Seventy-eight years ago, the great grandmother—a slip of a girl in a dark cape dress—floated on her back in the middle of a wide green lake to keep from drowning, and that is why we are here. Sixty-seven years ago, her
The Night We Almost Hit a Semi
It was after midnight when my husband asked, “Can you see that?” Lifting my gaze from the laptop screen, I peered through the windshield and saw a huge black rectangle lying across the interstate that was nearly indistinguishable from the darkness. I
I Grew Up as a Caretaker’s Daughter
On Wednesday, my husband went to the doctor for an X-ray. When the results proved inconclusive, the doctor ordered a CAT scan. We texted back and forth while he waited. He told me it would be okay, but he had told
Catching the Wind
"God provides the wind, Man must raise the sail." St. Augustine I rebel against instructions of every type, so I was quite proud of myself for reading the pamphlet long enough to put my daughter’s butterfly kite together. It was close to
The Multi-Level Marketing Plan Our World Really Needs
I told my husband I felt like a fraud after the fourth meal was delivered to our door. When my husband had brain surgery four years ago, it took months for us to get back on our feet. My husband
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
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 Upside Down Kingdom
Ten at night on a university campus. My feet hurt. I shivered in my thin sweater. My bag weighed about a thousand pounds. I had asked three students for directions, but I still couldn’t find the parking garage where my
Peace Like an Ocean
My husband got sun-poisoned at the beach, but I didn’t know it until the next morning when he helped me cart our three girls and various and sundry items back across the blinding white sand. His head throbbed so badly,
Let Your Light Shine
This spring, at a conference in Ontario, I prayed for a woman who was entering a new, challenging phase of her ministry. Afterward, she held my shoulders—her short, dark brown curls bobbing—and looked into my eyes. “You are a firefly,”