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
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?
Somewhere in the darkness of that bridge stood a man. We can’t see him in the picture. But isn’t that so often the case? Sometimes we don’t notice the desperate ones until it’s too late. But he’s there nonetheless. His knuckles white against the concrete barrier and his toes pushing little pebbles over the edge. … More A Semi-Truck Safety Net