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In the morning, after the twins chug their milk and the heavy wet diapers of the night before are deposited in the already overflowing trash, I sit in the corner of the couch with Isaiah to look at a book. We flip through the pages of a National Geographic...
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He stood on one side of the wide doorway, between the cafeteria and cafe, and I sat on the other with my twin boys. An old man, he was drawn in by my little boys’ antics, “Sweet,” he called them. Right there he opened the story of his life, his...
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” . . . out of the overflow of his heart his mouth speaks.” Luke 6:45 Standing near the kitchen counter in the morning, Levi grabs a sippy-cup of warm milk and hands it to Isaiah. “Air, Yay-yah,” he says, holding out the cup. He...
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The cheeks of a two-year-old are delightfully irresistible, which is why I kiss them as often as I can. This morning, in fact, I leaned over and planted one on Levi’s tender cheek for a reason I cannot remember, but he quickly pulled back in pain. Yesterday he fell...
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We know that the whole creation has been groaning in labor pains until now; and not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the first fruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly while we wait . . . Romans 8:22-25 Anyone who’s been there knows how it is,...
