“Mom, what were those dresses made of, again?” Even when it’s not near our anniversary, I often find my girls huddled around our wedding album. They laugh
at the big hair, dyed-to-match pumps, and shrub-sized flower arrangements.
“It was the style back then,” I explain.
They love to turn the pages of our story: church ceremony, roast beef dinner, touching toasts, cake-cutting, then late-night dancing. One day, I looked over my girls’ shoulders at my nearly twenty-six year-old memories, and it struck me…
The most vivid memory I have of our wedding wasn’t captured, and I never realized it before. Continue reading
One of my favorite parts of my morning walk is when I pass by our local library just before it opens. If my timing’s right, two staffers come outside just as I pass and I get to watch their reverent ritual of hoisting our flag for another day. It’s cool to watch, and I’m enough of a geek for it to put a little spring in my step.
Last week, I was a little behind schedule, but I rounded the library corner just in time to see Continue reading
I looked into the face of a murderer this morning and my stomach turned.
Last week, I looked into the face of a rapist and my blood boiled.
For months and months, I’ve been looking into the faces of ISIS terrorists, kidnappers, corrupt politicians, and abusive parents. And I’m struggling to stay grounded.
I scroll through the images and articles and I feel it pulling me. A current works to get under my feet and sweep me away with the rest of the world. The anger, the divisiveness, the panic … Do you feel it? Continue reading
“Say you are my sister …so my life may be spared for your sake.”
I’ve been stomping my feet in Egypt this week, reading about how Abram handed his wife over to Pharaoh. He was afraid the Egyptians would kill him to have his beautiful Sarai, so he panicked and reached for a half-truth to save his life.
How ironic that Pharaoh was the one to convict Abram. “Why did you say, ‘She is my sister,’ so that I took her for my wife? ” Abram was supposed to be the one set apart; chosen to be the father of many nations, yet God used a heathen to show him how lost he really was.
It was a low point for Abram, but he becomes my hero of the faith at the very next turn … Continue reading
“This is boring,” I thought as I scrolled through Twitter one afternoon. “Same crap, different day.”
But mindless scrolling provides an addictive numbing, so I continued. After a few minutes, the “Who To Follow” list in the right-hand corner caught my eye and offered something new… Continue reading