I like my routines. And like everyone else, my routines have been completely disrupted.
Here’s a very minor example. The other day, Lilly was running on the treadmill in the basement right when I wanted to do my morning devotions, also in the basement. It would have been sorta hypocritical for me to get upset at her for disturbing my Bible-reading/prayer-journaling time, so I brought my materials upstairs to the dining-room table and popped open my tablet.
Last week, when the cancellations started snowballing, the grocery aisles started emptying and the emails about how all the banks, libraries and churches are responding to Covid-19 started multiplying, I started thinking about what I might share here today. It’s impossible to ignore the situation, and yet, what is there …
Not too long ago, on an anxious-feeling Monday morning, I scratched out a little message about hope and the fear of the unknown. I wrote it in the second person, but if you happened to read it when I posted it here the next day, you probably guessed that I …
Several months ago, the treadmill I had used for more than 18 years gave out on me. This trusty (and somewhat rusty) machine with zero bells and whistles—the same one that moved with us four times across two states and into who knows how many different rooms of all our …
This isn’t a parenting blog, but as my senior daughter hurdles toward the high-school finish line, I can’t help but reflect a bit on the journey we’ve been on for the last 13 years. Today I share a simple realization that has helped me tremendously; perhaps it will encourage you …
There are days when the prospect of what might be looms larger than what actually is. Days when you wish you could hit the fast forward button on your life and jump ahead just enough to see what’s coming (or what’s not coming, as the case may be). Maybe what …