A Letter to my Little Girl

Dear Evie, I cried washing the dinner dishes tonight (which probably got them cleaner then I’m necessarily capable of washing them). Tonight you (proudly) wore your first pair of big-girl underwear to bed and, for some reason it hit my heart in a way that made it feel like you’re leaving for college tomorrow. I don’t even…

A People who Ponder.

“…and Mary  treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart” – Luke 2:19 It’s laughable to me how many nativity scenes position Mary kneeling in quiet prayer, hands folded or clasped to her chest as she watches Jesus sleep peacefully in the manger. It’s a still, quiet scene perhaps more fitted for…

The Candle of Peace: The Bethlehem Candle

A baby. Bethlehem. A small, helpless infant made even more inconsequential by arriving on earth in a stable tucked in the heart of a town in the middle of nowhere. Second-best. At least that is our culture’s way of looking at it – identifying a lowly beginning in an insignificant town as the second-best way for life to…

The Candle of Hope: The Prophecy Candle

As December draws near a holy hush descends on my spirit, like cold air heightens the senses so the season of advent, the breathless waiting to celebrate his first coming and great anticipation for his return, serves to sharpen my spiritual vision. Choosing to look at less allows you to see everything more clearly. Candles are lit…

When Comes the Rain.

Sometimes the most profound thoughts are whispered to the surface by the rattle of a drain pipe and the soft glow of streetlights. As raindrops knit heaven to earth God’s invitation to worship draws me outside to the porch, nearer the sky. Maybe profound is to strong a word for these simple thoughts. They’ll likely…

Freelancing from Home in Forty-Seven Simple Steps.

1) Position toddler on recliner with books, cheerios and milk. 2) Second guess the milk as her new favorite game is “clean up” which involves vigorously shaking her sippy cup upside down. 3) Take away milk. 4) Toddler starts begging for “wawa”. Return cup and vow to watch her extra-carefully with your third set of…

These are the Moments that Make up the Days.

Life is short.  As unromantic as it may sound that is probably the single, greatest piece of marriage and family advice I’ve read and the one that runs through my head most often in the midst of life’s trials. When Tom & I hurt each other in the same way for the hundredth (thousandth) time. …

The Mom Wars.

Is it just me or have the mom wars been especially volatile lately? It’s both heartbreaking and deeply disturbing to me to see the way grown women feel they can address one another, especially behind the veil of social media. Why is it so easy to forget (or to blatantly disregard) the fact that our…

Like a Weaned Child.

I’ve been mediating on Psalm 131 since my mother drew my attention to it shortly before Christmas of last year. Like many things in Scripture the depth and richness of this passage have taken on a deeper meaning since I became a mother in September of 2013 (on that note, I am continually amazed at…

The Wholly (and Holy), Transformational Role of Sacrifice.

Yesterday I woke up to a lengthy list of items that needed to be accomplished: four loads of laundry to wash, fold and put away, grocery shopping requiring loading groceries into the cart, onto the belt, into the shopping cart, into the car, into the house and finally…into the pantry (when you’re pregnant every step…