I've been studying the life of Joseph for my devotions lately. Most of us grew up with the Bible stories--his coat of many colors, being sold by his brothers, falsely accused of molesting a woman and thrown into prison, interpreting the dreams, and finally becoming Pharaoh's right hand until the story comes full circle and… Continue reading Waiting for a New Thing
Category: Faith and Hope
Being Okay
It's easy, when your main job involves staying at home and doing things you love (or at least think you love...most of the time...except when you don't), to remain focused on yourself. And the longer you stay at home, the harder it can be to force yourself to look outside at others, other needs, and… Continue reading Being Okay
Chadwick’s Party
I owe you all a post from Wednesday. I've been sitting here, wondering what to write because, honestly, I feel like I have nothing worth sharing. Not that that is a new feeling, but especially this week, I have even less to say than usual. And, as I was sitting here, curled up on the… Continue reading Chadwick’s Party
A Season of Miracles
All of us kids sat soberly on the couch, looking at our rather distraught parents. They took a breath, looked at each other, and then back at all. . . eightish?...of us. Then, "I'm so sorry, but we can't afford gifts this Christmas." It wasn't the first time, nor the last time, we were told… Continue reading A Season of Miracles
Dear Mr. Knightley
In August, I read the book Dear Mr. Knightley after a friend recommended it to me. I was skeptical at first because I knew it was based on Daddy Long-Legs, which I didn’t like much. But, well, God works in mysterious ways? Dear Mr. Knightley is about a girl (named Sam) who had a difficult… Continue reading Dear Mr. Knightley
Redefining Success
It’s been awhile since I’ve spoken about writing. There’s a reason for this. I felt like all I did for awhile there was whine. I whined so much about how hard it was to adjust to my new life, that I was sick of even thinking about my own whining, let alone writing about it.… Continue reading Redefining Success
The Dark of the Night
I cowered in the closet, clutching the baby in my arms. I could hear both men out there, searching, slow and dogged. I hugged the baby closer, silently begging it not to cry. The men had already killed everyone else in the house. Surely, I could save this one child. Click. Click. One came closer,… Continue reading The Dark of the Night
Everyday Idylls
I stopped, gasping for breath, gaping up at the sky in complete, utter wonder. No one would ever believe me. So no one but my diary learned about that moment for many years. I was ten or eleven. My family and a few others were walking back to the ranch after visiting the large garden… Continue reading Everyday Idylls
Forest Idylls 