A few weeks ago, someone asked me to write a letter to my someday-adult-daughters explaining my heart and hopes for their faith… here’s what I wrote. // My Dear Girls, My favorite time to enter our church’s sanctuary is mid-week. In the quiet. When the lights are off and the hot summer sun is softened … More A Love Letter
It’s a strange thing, this not having answers about the beginning. A mother is supposed to know the story of the day her daughter was born and the first days of her life. It’s the natural order of things. And the questions have stacked up in my mind these last few years. Was she left … More Answers in a Pink Backpack
So spacious is he, so roomy, that everything of God finds its proper place in him without crowding. Not only that, but all the broken and dislocated pieces of the universe – people and things, animals and atoms – get properly fixed and fit together in vibrant harmonies, all because of his death, his blood … More God of Plenty
Do you know what an orphanage with a whole room full of babies sounds like? It’s utterly silent. When babies learn that no one is coming to get them, they stop crying. But don’t mistake this silence for a sign that all the babies are content and everything is ok. The first night my 17-month-old … More It’s Not Political
As I was putting Alea to bed I told her, “You’re my favorite Alea in the whole world.” We giggled and snuggled and I finally got her settled into her nest of pillows and blankets. I turned my attention to Cora and found her avoiding eye contact and turning away from me. Her body language … More Ever-expanding Love
Mamas, I have a question for you. What would you let stop you if you felt your child were in danger? If your child were starving, would you wait years to go through an arduous and nearly-impossible immigration system that has a better chance of rejecting than accepting you? If you were in danger? … More Where Would You Stop?