A few weeks ago, while searching on my computer for something I wrote several years ago, I ran across a file from August 2008 titled “What I Wish.”
I don’t recall every detail from when my children were small, but I clearly remember writing this piece. Lilly had just started first grade. The year before, she had attended morning kindergarten and usually took a much-needed nap in the afternoon. Now that she was going to school all day, the nap was no longer possible.
Earlier this year, I led a women’s study at my church about how God uses the hard things in our lives to make us more useful. Although we covered a broad range of topics over the course of 10 weeks, one that stands out for me was the session about the …
I can’t believe I’m going to admit this in a public venue, but sometimes, I secretly roll my eyes when something wonderful happens and someone exclaims, “God is so good!” I don’t react this way because what the person says isn’t true, or even because I think he or she …
For the last few weeks, we’ve been delving into the prayer that Jesus uttered in the Garden before He was crucified, and the difference it can make if you’re prone to worry or uncomfortable with uncertainty. (If you missed the earlier posts, you can catch up here, here and here.) …
When I was a kid, I had lots of nicknames. One friend called me “Monkey” because I always brought bananas to school in my lunch. Another dubbed me “Too Tall Jones” because I towered over everyone else in our grade, while still another preferred to call me “Giraffe” for the …
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a guest post for my friend Bethany’s “In ____ We Trust” series. I finished it up in Iowa, at the dining room table of the old farmhouse that serves as guest quarters on my college roommate’s farm. Was it simply being at Rachel’s peaceful place that …