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The Way.
We all get God so wrong. Like when I took my Bible as Fiction class back in college (way before I began following The Way – the one in Scripture, not the cult, I might add), God seemed like a big ‘ol meany who just wanted to smite me because it seemed He didn’t have — read more
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Pants.
This morning, I had a hard time doing pants. I mean, not wearing them, but figuring out where I stand in the great wide world of them. Let me back up. Last night, my daughter danced. She performed as Glinda in The Wizard of Oz with her dance team, and she did wonderfully. She did — read more
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73 chickens.
Trust is something I don’t do as well as I think. My husband can tell me something for days on end, and it’s not until I watch some harried mother of seventeen on YouTube make a go of it out on the homestead and bake sourdough bread like the meaning of life itself depends on — read more
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Mags.
Sometimes, I like to drill a point home, especially when I’m in the right, even though there’s no need to. My husband jokes about how lovely I look atop my huge white steed. I then ask him if he likes how gorgeous, my long blond locks are, flowing in the wind. The thing is, I — read more
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A learning curve.
Even the priests had to atone for their sins. This struck me, reading Leviticus. In this day and age, people are idolized, sometimes, pastors and priests and “holy” people included. We need to be very careful about that, not just for our sakes, but for theirs too. Pride is an ugly beast. It sneaks in — read more
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Becoming.
This morning, I read an article as to why God refers to Himself as “I Am,” with Moses. The article hits at something I never put together before (I’m brandishing my dunce’s cap right now): He can only refer to Himself in comparison to Himself because He is unlike anything else ever created. Also, this — read more
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A different sort of prayer.
I’ve been praying differently. I usually pray for my daughter, that her heart continues to soften and she gives over anything that’s troubling her soul over to God. I pray this often for the sake of our relationship. But then God helped me realize, why am I not praying for me? I want that for — read more
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Two thoughts.
ONE: In Leviticus, it talks about a grain offering. Okay, let’s back up. Yes, I know books like Leviticus and Deuteronomy can feel like a slow climb to somewhere (where that is, we aren’t always too sure). But a while back, I decided when I was reading parts of the Bible that stumped me, I’d — read more
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It’s been a minute.
Hi again. It’s been a minute. Right now, I’m surrounded by snow. I mean, not literally. I’m inside my house. But around me? Beautiful, pure, white. I’ve taken this sleepy snow day to finish my latest book, Watch How We Grow. It’s a short poetry collection about the refining act of pruning we experience when — read more
My life as a 40-something wife, mother, and writer.
