the quiet pause of Christmas…

My voice has been silenced in the last twenty-four hours. Literally. Sickness has claimed my vocal cords. This has never happened to me before, not completely in the way it has happened for me this time around. My whispered shouts for the attention of others are met...

walking to Bethlehem with Jesus…

I’m relieved that I don’t have to make something out of Christmas. Christmas already is something … all on its own … completely and wonderfully set apart from me. There’s nothing I can do or not do that will a   lter the truth of its glorious revelation....

living with a 92%…

My son came home sobbing yesterday. “I can’t do it again, mom. It’s not fair. I missed one problem on my Math test… one problem, and she’s making me take it all over again. And she said it would be harder … 28 problems instead of 12. I made a 92%, and it wasn’t...
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