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My oldest son worries about getting lost. He’s the middle child, so I guess it makes sense, bookended as he is by his sister and twin brothers. One morning as we dropped his sister off at school and headed toward the other side of town to pick up his...
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“Anger is the cloak sadness wears.” – anonymous It was one of those gray, soggy January days. Ice and fog wrapped the world in a cold mist and I had been trapped at home nursing sick children for over two weeks. So I piled the kids into...
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Yesterday I took my youngest on a tortuous trip to the Doctor and brought my oldest home early from school sick so, it seemed like a good time to post this little bit about sickness and death that I wrote a little while back. Enjoy. . . . I have set before you...
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The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. John 1:14 a Every day after their naps I carry my one year old twins down the stairs, one on each hip, like a hulking maternal weight-lifter. Pausing in the kitchen, I lean them over the counter one at a...
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This is my response to the following quote, the last in a series of three: I would like to buy $3.00 worth of God, please. Not enough to explode my soul or disturb my sleep, but just enough to equal a cup of warm milk or a snooze in the sunshine. I don’t...
