Tall Love
A tall love does not brainwash. A tall love is not a mechanic doing basic maintenance on three mindless robots. A tall love is more like a park ranger, tending vast and wild landscapes of incredible beauty and value.
Read moreBefore I could share with my husband and receive a loving hug of encouragement, our youngest shoved past my writing chair and pounded his fist on the bathroom door. Snarls or rage and pain answered back and I knew that our middle son must have been putting in his contacts at that exact moment, stabbing himself in the eye … again.
Read moreIt is humble. The crowded coffee table is at my right, a stack of laundry baskets boiling over with clean cloths is at my left, and my writing chair is just behind me. Sometimes the dog creeps into it and I have to shoo her away before I write. Nonetheless, in the quiet darkness of the early morning, after I study God’s word but before I open my computer to write, I kneel.
Read moreThe time had come. With tears in his voice, Sweet Boy#3 asked me to look for a new home for
Read moreI prayed one of those dangerous prayers this week. One of the kind that you are not sure you want
Read moreIt is so hard to know what God is doing or even if He is doing something in your life.
Read moreI’ve been reading The Pentateuch lately and have worked myself all the way to Deuteronomy. I’m almost to the end
Read moreOur family attended Easter service at my mom’s church this week. Besides my nylons which caused one of my sons
Read moreThe Hunky Hubby was listening to a podcast about consciousness this week. I know, I totally married a Geek. He
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