Maybe you’re like me. Maybe every day in some way you feel like a newly fallen turnip. A rookie. A beginner. A little wet behind the ears. When I had a baby, I glanced over my shoulder to discover regurgitated breast milk dripping down my back. That’s when everything — not just motherhood — seemed a little more important. A little more up in a ponytail. A little more up in the air.

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A Cow Named Kisses

Yesterday, my husband and I took our kids Drew (9) and Madeline (6) to the Fort Worth Stock Show and Rodeo. As Fort Worthians, we find it’s almost a necessary outing each year, like a holy pilgrimage. For all of its cowboy culture and history, Fort Worth is really pretty cosmopolitan. You don’t just stumble…   read more

How To Breathe

It took me 75 years to find contentment,” she said, glancing around the table. We were listening, our pens ready to write wisdom. “How did you finally find it?” our table leader asked. My friend, who is 77 years old, shrugged her shoulders like someone who has decided on this watermelon over that watermelon at…   read more

The Only Possible Life

The other day, my husband came home with a three-ring binder from a business coaching group to which he belongs. He plopped it down beside me on the couch: “Personal Life Planner” it said on the cover. It beckoned to me. It had a picture of a bald eagle soaring majestically, apparently above the heads…   read more

Chatter Farewell Letter

January 2016 Seven years ago, I had a toddler who wasn’t the least bit interested in potty training. I also had a body that wasn’t the least bit interested in having energy or looking good in jeans; plus a house that wasn’t interested in keeping itself flea-free, a mind that wasn’t interested in being calm,…   read more

Suspended

November 2015 There’s this thing among Christians where we want complete stories from one another. We want a beginning, a middle, and an end. There’s very little willingness to live in suspension. Maybe this is because it doesn’t line up with the Clifs-Notes way in which we usually talk about God and the Bible. We…   read more

The Well Woman

October 2015 She wasn’t going to see anybody. No small talk, no averting her eyes, no flinching at the hot limestone edge of the well. It was the quiet hour. She always came during the quiet hour. She breathed it in — the simple beauty of drawing water. A simple thing in a tight, rough…   read more

The List of Loria

September 2015 It’s amazing how motivated I am to call the dermatologist or match up stray sock pairings whenever it’s time to sit down and think about God, talk to him, and finally surrender to Him. This morning I tried taking a walk to clear my head and focus my prayers in the same general…   read more

Waiting for Rain

August 2015 Last summer, I latched onto a phrase that carried me through a difficult season: living between the rains. I am living between the rains. Are you? The idea came from a Beth Moore Bible study I was doing at the time in the book of James, and it’s lifted from the passage in…   read more

Plundering the Day

July 2015 OK, look. This is the day before we leave on our family beach trip. The clothes JUST beeped at me from the dryer. My empty suitcase is waiting in the bedroom. Both children are upstairs flinging themselves against the wall. This is not the time to write. This is not the time to…   read more

Spurgeon’s Sky

June 2015 Charles Spurgeon was a great writer and theologian. I, of course, like to imagine him as a big sturgeon coasting languidly along a riverbed with a pipe in his mouth, but that’s just because I’m strange, and hungry so often. Anyway, he said this: “The grandeur of the arch of heaven would be…   read more