A year. Twelve months. Three hundred and sixty-five days. An entire lifetime.
The earth moved
A year ago, the earth moved. It was a day like any other in Nepal. Goats were tied alongside open air counters, ready for slaughter.…
5 a.m., Tuesday morning
When my alarm rings at 5 a.m. Tuesday mornings, I’ll admit, I hesitate for a moment before crawling out of bed. I think, “Maybe this…
Learning through interruptions
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For the sake of change
I’m not quite sure why or when I started dumping my spare change in a small tin canister that once held a Christmas gift for…
Today is tomorrow’s yesterday
How many days have I wished away? How many hours have I simply endured? How many seasons have I pressed past, rather than embraced?
Memories
Do you ever wonder what things your children will look back on as adults and select as their best memories of growing up? I do. Like Jesus…
Following the tracks of a legacy
This past Saturday was a pretty decent Saturday, as they go for teenagers. I slept in, (thank you, Mom,) relaxed in the morning, played a…
Lawn dice days
We don’t have a playset. No slides, no sandbox, no climbing walls. Those are perfectly lovely pursuits, but we’ve found, over the years, that they’re…
A light in the darkness
A dear friend recently asked me about a kidnapped baby girl whose horrific abuse and murder made headlines. “Doesn’t it just make you want to…