I used to be a liar. Or was I a storyteller? The line is thin. My mom remembers little girl me convincing a babysitter that our mama cat...

It was Wednesday afternoon, last week, and I was just seeing the news. Standing at my kitchen island, reheating my coffee for a workday...

If any of you follow Ann Voskamp, and you have read her newest book, Waymaker—and if you have also been reading my blog for any length of...

I can’t remember a time in my life when I wasn’t aware of God, and deeply drawn to him. I was a twelve-year-old in pigtails when I fell...

It’s almost Easter, although I think our Minnesota spring may have missed the memo. Nevertheless, we are stocking up on our Jelly Bellies...

Kyle and I were both up thinking and praying last night. This is not unusual. He alternates between thrashing and snoring. I move...

Kindness seems to be trending. I’ve been seeing the word on t-shirts, and the titles of so many books. Yesterday I walked past a daycare...

The habit of attention is the substance of prayer. -Simone Weil* I’m reading this book; I mentioned it in my last post. (Actually, I...

“Kyle can do just about anything.” I commented, and my newest neighbor nodded in agreement. She’s already received my husband’s help on a...

We have all the time we need. I learned this from my lifelong friend, Michelle. Michelle—who has more plates spinning than anyone I know....

There is a penciled note in the margin of my old NIV Study Bible, given to me by my husband on my twenty-fifth birthday. It’s a reference...

It’s the fourth Sunday of Advent and I come home from church and write the words on my kitchen chalkboard, a partial acrostic: Shalom U...

Christmas lights twinkled from lofty rafters, and the fragrance of frankincense lingered in the air. Our toes were frozen and our insides...

I sat between strangers, the last leg of our flight. The woman in the window seat was younger than me, perhaps forty; the man on the...

Every once in a while I like me some country music. Maybe it’s my country girl roots, and the barn dances Uncle Lonney used to host when...

Autumn is the season of beautiful dying. Here in Minnesota, as long as you don’t think about what’s coming next, it is an exquisite...

I heard clearly from God on a Sunday morning, and it wasn’t at church. It was somewhere between miles seven and eight of the Medtronic...

“Satan can’t create. He can only take good things and twist them.” Our pastor said this at the end of the service, just before his final...

Kyle started his pre-church Sunday with a bit of fishing. I started mine with a bit of angst. Fretting about all the things on my...

(I am including a link to a sermon at the beginning of today’s post. John Mark Comer does an amazing job of describing the condition and...