Begin Again

Begin Again

My son Henry wouldn’t eat his yogurt yesterday because it was grape flavor and not strawberry.  Oh, grocery store, why do you do this to me?  If we want two different flavors, we will purchase two packages. When I was his age strawberry was paired with peach.  Ugh, I...
Lord, I am Coming

Lord, I am Coming

For years I lived not understanding prayer. At all. My prayers felt like I was tossing a paper airplane into the air only to have it flip around and hit me back in the face. I missed decades of a deeper and more honest relationship with God because I didn’t have a...
Cheers to Our Little Dreamers

Cheers to Our Little Dreamers

As I looked through odds and ends in the barn today, I started to laugh at all the boxes of my husband’s sports memorabilia. When we were dating in college, I should have known that each sports poster put out by the team, every recruiting letter, and all the...
Find Your Yes

Find Your Yes

“Yes” seems to be the popular thing these days. When did it become so wildly attractive to be busy? Isn’t it funny that when asked, “busy” seems like a socially acceptable response, and “I have some time on my hands,” would be labeled “sad”? It’s as if “busy” means...
How Hard Did Aging Hit Me?

How Hard Did Aging Hit Me?

While we compare all of these profile pictures, much of what we see are babyfaces, awkward phases, clothes, and hairstyles.  When I look back at my profile picture from ten years ago, I see my eyes, bright with anticipation, but the angst in my stomach says, “That...