There’s something about this time of year that takes me back. Back to the days when the longing of my heart went unfulfilled for far longer than I ever expected.
Three years of infertility plus almost two years of waiting to complete our first adoption equals, well, a very long time. It usually seems like a distant memory, but when Mother’s Day rolls around, I can’t help but remember.
We have a new driver at our house. Once Lilly turned 14—the legal age to learn to drive in Kansas—she started studying the state driver’s handbook. She took countless practice tests online and passed the official permit exam on her first try. She’s handled herself (and the family minivan) well …
When it comes to love languages, gifts and words are where it’s at for me. If you really want to fill my emotional tank to overflowing, find a way to combine the two. Card, note, book, wall hanging, blog comment—it makes no difference. It’s the thought behind the message, not …
“Faith is the opposite of fear.” “Faith and fear cannot occupy the same space.” I’ve been running across such phrases lately, but the more I hear them, the less inclined I am to think they tell the whole story. The thing about opposites is that they are concrete and clearly defined. …
Last week, I wrote about dying to self and how this many-layered theological concept became personal to me during a stressful time of my life. Now, I explain how an unexpected epiphany brought hope and freedom to my dry heart—and just might do the same for you. I continued thinking …
We have a little Easter tradition around here that I absolutely love. We do the Resurrection Eggs and go to church and think about the empty tomb, which of course is what this most special of Days is all about.