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.


My Bad Bug

May 2015 Yesterday, my four-year-old daughter Madeline was asking about sin. This is because she is exceptionally bright, spiritually advanced, and concerned with acquiring justice for her brother who had been ignoring her. “Is sin like a bad bug in your body?” she asked. Except she said, “ ‘YIKE’ a bad bug,” because she cannot…   read more

A Way Made

April 2015 Last week, I heard a friend say that God isn’t afraid of us. That was so interesting to me. I thought about it for a whole week. God isn’t afraid. Of us. I, for one, am very afraid of us. I see a future ablaze with fire, a world melting into the pit;…   read more

Unforced Sugar

March 2015 Last Friday night, my husband and I, through a strange set of circumstances, found ourselves on a double date with our across-the-street neighbors. We don’t regularly hang out with them. We’ve never shared a meal or a movie. We had discovered in a passing conversation that we were both planning to attend the…   read more

Beauty Will Be

February 2015 Sometimes, when I catch a glimpse of my daughter’s caterpillar eyelashes and see her mouth pull wide in joy, my heart melts all down the front of my shirt. There is such beauty everywhere. Such heartbreaking beauty that pours me full with equal parts joy and heartache. The warmth of a big bell,…   read more

The Quiet Wait

January 2015 New Year’s is a loud event. The old, old lady within me just wants to find a piece of plaid flannel and hunker down in front of a dying fire, with only the soft tick-tick-tick of the clock to announce 2015. But no. There’ll be fanfare. We’ll have the TV on and someone…   read more

Re-Maker of Worlds

December 2014 “Before the mountains were born or you brought forth the whole world, from everlasting to everlasting you are God.” Psalm 90:2 God is the maker of all real worlds, and the also the re-maker of worlds. I think about Noah, who stumbled about on the ark, pitched on the waves of a new…   read more

Brave Little Efforts

November 2014 The thing about Band Aids is that they remind you about a boo-boo even if the boo-boo doesn’t hurt and even if the boo-boo is completely healed. They protect and heal, but they also remind. My daughter wears hers as a badge of great valor. These were her wounds from a smoky war,…   read more

What it Means to Wake

October 2014 I have a theater-actor friend, Maurice, who has a tradition he does every show. He likes to corral his cast mates into his dressing room and make hilarious lip synch videos and post them to Facebook. He does this in costume, with his cast-mates, in costume. So the whole display is a stacking…   read more

The Shoes and the Socks

September 2014 It may be unrealistic, but I really wish my kids wouldn’t whine. What’s this, you say? YOUR kids don’t whine? Well. Aren’t you the cat’s pajamas. Come again? Your kids are actually the babies of goats — literal “kids”? Whew. That makes SO much more sense… We were in DSW the other day…   read more

Mountain Help

August 2014 Some of you went to the mountains this summer. If you’re reading this in August, I myself might be looking at a mountain right about now. Mountains are unapologetic, aren’t they? Big old beautiful temper tantrums on the bald face of nature. Stark, treacherous, BIG. And in the Bible, big things happen on…   read more