Several weeks ago, I wrote about my flowerbeds. I posted photos of special blooms and shared lessons about what my favorite garden spots were teaching me this year.
Things were looking good out there, and there was no reason to think the summer wouldn’t hold many more enjoyable gardening moments.
It was a good week away. Last Monday, the girls and I packed up and headed north to my college roommate’s farm in Iowa. It was a week of respite—five days to reconnect with dear ones and recharge our batteries for the long road ahead at home.
Tucked away in the pages of Exodus, there’s a little verse that describes a beautiful scene of respite. Shortly after God miraculously delivered the Israelites from the pursuing Egyptian armies, the Bible says the people “came to Elim, where there were 12 springs of water and 70 date palms, and …
I grew up singing hymns at church. Out of a hymnal, accompanied by a piano and organ. It was as traditional as you could get, even 35 years ago. I’d stand in the congregation with my youth group girlfriends and we’d harmonize together. I mostly sang soprano, but occasionally, the …
This spring, I’ve been reminded over and over why I love gardening. I’m no horticultural expert, mind you. There’s just so much divine creativity at work in the flowerbeds that circle my house, it’s hard to keep track of it all. Not that I haven’t been trying, of course. Ever …
As I’m writing this, it’s the last week of school and my mind is full. Just this morning, I’ve forgotten my hair stylist’s name when I was trying to reschedule an appointment, and I sent Lilly’s dance teacher an email three times because I kept forgetting to include an attachment. …