Sometimes the celebration isn’t Hallmark

  I love a good commercial.One of my favorite types are the ones where the mom walks down in a white terrycloth bathrobe, pours a cup of steaming hot coffee (previously brewed) and sniffs the aroma. And I watch in expectation. Remembering years of pouring cups,...

Sometimes the celebration isn’t Hallmark

Several years before children, I went to a Women of Faith conference in Denver. It was a snowy drive up with a woman I hardly knew and I sighed relief as we pulled into our hotel that night with a little extra time before the conference. I’d gone, virtually a...

That nagging voice

So you want to be a writer?Ummm. Yes.What do you want to write about? *pause* About all the things the Lord speaks to me in the mundane moments of life.You think people would really read about that? YOUR boring, mundane life?I guess I don’t really know. But I...

What a lovely sight, what a lovely sight

There were days when I thought I’d never hear Gabi sing. Days when I sat on the floor of my kitchen holding her while she cried and screamed and I cried and screamed on the inside. I didn’t know what she wanted and she couldn’t tell me. Mothers are...

12 Days….

I made a Christmas Pledge this year. It involved many things, mostly keeping the main thing- the main thing. You know….remembering that JESUS is the reason for the season and those cliches that try to point our aching world back to its Creator, Sustainer,...

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