My husband held the bird's nest out to me. "Feel the inside." I reached out and touched the tiny nest gingerly. "It's soft." "The inside is lined in some soft moss," he said. "And the outside is woven of coarse pine needles." I marveled at the perfect construction of the little bird's nest. We'd watched… Continue reading The Gifts that He Gives
Our spiritual growth requires abundant springs of living water. What should we do when the well runs dry? As a transplant myself, I appreciate how hard it is to take root and grow in new soil. I should have recognized the signs of transplant shock in the redbud tree - and offered some salve,… Continue reading Spiritual Growth Requires Springs of Living Water
Families with children diagnosed with autism, learning disabilities, and intellectual disabilities need their church families. But churches are ill-equipped to welcome them. I’m embarrassed to admit this. I never thought about what it must be like to take a child with a hidden disability to church. From my spot among the choir, I’ve watched… Continue reading When Church Means Pain, What’s a Parent to Do?
Miracles are all around us if we just slow down enough to stop, look, and listen. Most of us are rushing so much we're trapped in our own thoughts. We barely get out of our own way long enough to recognize something beautiful. To recognize a God-moment in our lives takes practice but once you… Continue reading Miracles Are All Around Us
For my 50th birthday this year, I made a list. It's not a bucket list. It's not a list of things I want. It's a list of things to do, adventures to experience, and places to explore this year. It's a list of short day trips to get me out of the house and exploring… Continue reading A Pilgrimage to Walton’s Mountain
The truth about the new Netflix movie, Agatha and the Truth of Murder, is that it's a plot based on inconsistencies and a long list of modern movie cliches that assume a liberal worldview. [Warning: Spoiler Alert. It was impossible to write this article without spoilers. Skip it if you would prefer to watch the… Continue reading The Truth About “Agatha and the Truth of Murder”
I was on the register line at Walmart when I felt it. The air felt changed. Heavy, thick. My previously happy, contented, normal self suddenly felt despair. Tired. It was as if a cloud had descended. I saw them when the line shifted, and they moved to the side of the candy display blocking my… Continue reading A Walmart Encounter
I am on a quest for the perfect oatmeal cookie. Or am I searching for something else?
I don't know what impetus pushed me out the door last night. Boredom, the arch-enemy of creativity, crept into my work, and thus I found myself seeking any excuse to drive from my farm into town. I love my farm. I love the life that I live, the quiet, the solitude, the peace. But six… Continue reading The Jewels in Our Midst: In Praise of Local Arts and Culture
I stepped back, studying the lattice of branches arcing overhead. My husband stood across from me and a few feet away, studying the apple tree in our orchard. “Here?” I asked, using the long-handled pruners to tap on the offending branch. “That one,” he nodded. It took every bit of strength in my upper arms… Continue reading Pruning Away the Dead Wood