We are not as strong as we think we are. …A line from on old song by Rich Mullins that seems to always come to mind in my moments of weakness, when I most feel those reminders of just how weak I really am. When sickness strikes, as it has this week, or when some …

Toppled books from bookshelves, over and over is her latest favorite game. Isn’t that what books on shelves are for – toppling? And isn’t my job to follow this little one year old around, as though on aimless repeat, placing books back, always somehow imagining that this time they will stay there for good? Recently …

He said something as a young husband that swelled with a wisdom he hadn’t grown into yet – like a boy in his father’s big shoes. When we were in the tensions of those early months of the two becoming one – that three-legged race – I remember the long conversations of me not wanting …

Our lives are filled with twists and turns, plans that don’t pan out as expected and circumstances more difficult than we were prepared for. Many tests come in those aching moments of crisis when the heart dangles in that precarious place of wondering when and if the Lord will step in and why and how …

They sing through my open window, in the dark. Unhindered in persistent song and certain of the dawn. They trust Him so. The very ones that He spoke of when He wanted to convey His own deep knowing and caring for each person sing without a care – or perhaps the opposite – sing out …

We stood looking out into the golden setting sun – barely past our twentieth birthdays – our lives like spanned horizons themselves, waiting for dawning colors. “Unnecessary beauty,” I said. “He could have made the whole thing black and white! Yet for love, He does this every day!” Looking on with agreement, he added the …