Messy
“Sounds like someone might be sick,” I said to Jeff as he came out of the bathroom. Still lying in bed, I listened trying to determine if I was hearing coughing or vomiting. It got quiet, and I drifted back to sleep. A few minutes later Jeff walked in...
Perfect Plans
This job is bigger than me. I know it’s true but somehow keep trying to live like it’s not. Keep trying to squeeze it into some form of daily management, neat enough to fit on a piece of paper. But how do you do that when your job is the molding of hearts?...
Groaning
This week has been hard. Last week was too. And the one before that. Here’s a quick rundown (not that you asked). Three weeks ago we ended our Christmas marathon. My oldest boys, Josh and Daniel, left for Ukraine and Minnesota respectively after a way-too-short...
Awake
Today I’m joining The Gypsy Mama for . . “For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.” Ouch! This was hard, especially the “unedited” part. She...
Potter’s Prerogative
broken by design on purpose destruction deliberate yet compassionate to my ignorant eye pain, heartache, meaningless to Your all seeing redemption made real in the cracks and broken places the healing begins wounds and pieces glued back together with love and truth...WELCOME, FRIEND
I’m glad you’re here. Join me for life’s imperfect moments and share how we embrace the perfection of God through his grace.