living well, Winsome Living / 17.10.2018

There’s a painting on my refrigerator. You know the kind. Watercolor trees, some grass, and a few unidentifiable bright lines. My granddaughter Amelia gave it to me, and that's what makes it precious. Just around the corner, a print by Van Gogh hangs in the living room. The Harvest. Have you seen it? The rough strokes, texture, and bright, rich colors are Van Gogh's trademarks. Today, one of my sons asked me who he looks like in the family. I told him he looks like his dad when he was younger. He held back a smile, but his eyes gave his pleasure...

living well, Uncategorized, Winsome Living / 10.10.2018

"Peace, love, and joy are all we need to solve the world’s ills." He spoke with thoughtfulness, conviction, and hope. The statement seemed as stereotypical as his sixties style, but I could tell he meant it. I'd just dropped off my son Daniel for drama practice, and I was looking forward to enjoying ninety minutes of solitude while I waited. I found the local coffee shop, anxious to make some progress with my novel, The Brothers Karamazov. Impressive, I know. But if I’m honest, it was the pick for my book club. And that’s the only thing that was going to get me...

community, Guest Post, Imperfection, living well, Perfectionism / 01.10.2018

Have you ever read the story of Martha & Mary and secretly felt empathy for (shhhh) Martha? Me too. I mean someone has to make dinner!  We're not alone. My friend Katie Reid is sticking-up for Martha and all the rest of us "doers" in her new book Made Like Martha: Good News for the Woman Who Gets Things Done. I'm thrilled to host Katie Reid here at Winsome Living today!  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It is important to evaluate why we do what we do. Yes, we are purposefully designed to be doers, yet there are times when we use our doing as a means to cover up...

living well, Winsome Living / 27.09.2018

The wise man built his house upon the rock and the rain came tumbling down. The rain came down and the floods came up, and the house on the rock stood firm. It was one of my favorite songs in Sunday school. I knew all the hand motions, and I still feel nostalgic when I remember. On the other hand . . . The foolish man built his house upon the sand and the rain came tumbling down. The rain came down and the floods came up, and the house on the sand went splat! And the class would collapse onto the floor with glee. But it's...

living well, Winsome Living / 19.09.2018

I was a cheerleader once. Well, actually it was the pep squad, but we had pom-poms. I learned to do herkies and smile and wave my arms, and I almost got the splits. But I felt like a fake. The problem was I've always bent toward the introverted side of life. When I get excited, I tend to grow quiet (not an asset when you're a cheerleader), and I think more than I smile. In fact, my forehead has two permanent wrinkles from furrowing my brow in concentration. I'm not unhappy, I'm just thinking. So all the talk of joy in the Bible...

Winsome Living / 12.09.2018

I almost stop breathing when I see this photo. It's as if I don't want to wake them. I imagine myself tiptoeing backwards and quietly shutting the door. Slowly turning the handle, so it doesn't click shut. It's a scene of raw tenderness. I know the subjects, my son and his precious daughter. But when I see it, I think of my Father. His word tells me this is the kind of love He has for me. Protective, tender, and proud. The Lord your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will...