The rain falls softly, dribbles of drops battering the downspouts as a sort of back-rhythm to the melancholy of damp dusk. In the distance I hear the lonely whistle of a train and I wonder where he is. My son. He graced us with his first visit this weekend, driving two hours to spend the … More When You Can’t See the Ending.
A few short weeks ago the nights felt so very long. Bare trees reached for the sky and we zipped our jackets to ward off the nip of frigid evening breezes. We longed for spring. Before long, buds fattened on the limbs, daffodils shot green hope straight up through the faded mulch, and mist danced … More Everyday Resurrection
“Mama, what does ‘the ninth hour’ mean?” My daughter is good at throwing random questions at me, out of nowhere, when I am driving. “You mean when Jesus died?” She nodded. So, I explained how he hung on the cross for three hours, from the sixth hour to the ninth hour (which is three in … More The Ninth Hour
Call me narrow. Call me small-minded. I am no longer content to sit back and watch person after person fall to the false teachings that have flooded the world. … More The Loving Thing to Do
It was crowded in Jason’s Deli on Saturday night. We had bantered (maybe even argued) back and forth as we tried to decide where to eat. After three basketball games we all just wanted food, and quickly. There was no time to cook, and I had absolutely no desire to clean up. A couple of … More How to enjoy dessert like a two year old.
It has rained cats and dogs here in Tennessee. I believe I speak for everyone when I say we are all “over it.” My yard is a mucky mess and our German Shepherd, who loves a good roll in a puddle, leaves body-shaped mud prints on my hardwoods every. single. day. Behind our house sprawls … More Are You Drained?
I cleaned out a child’s room last week. “Clean” being the understatement of the century. I purged. Extreme, thorough and complete. I washed every article of clothing, not knowing what had been worn or simply tossed in the piles. I scrubbed, sanitized, and sang. Yes, you read that correctly. I sang. It was glorious, the … More When You are Overwhelmed by the Mess.