“Did you show him the pictures?” my friend asked after I told her I’d read a children’s book to my dying dog.
One evening a few years ago, my husband and I hosted our first church small group. A warm plate of banana-oat chocolate chip muffins tempted us from the kitchen counter;
In a recent poetry workshop, we were asked to write a poem from a memory about Grief. The memory of a few trees had the power to remind me of a special person and the realities of life.
October Rose I sauntered along the border of the shimmering parking lot, past shiny-leafed plants laden with day-long drizzle. I lingered in October rain, admired the quench of leaves surrounding a show of pink roses.
For years, our unspoken promise— meet each school day at Park and Weston. We clutched books ‘til red lines formed in the soft places of our arms.
Twenty-four nurses trailed into the room. They found seats within the circular configuration of chairs, where I sat. A mound of rocks rested in the middle of the circle.
“Marriage can become a favorable funnel to direct God’s presence into your daily life.” ~ Gary Thomas, Sacred Marriage An Emotional Escalator One tough day several months ago, Andy and I scattered disputes and disagreements around like kids strew Legos over the living room floor.
True Christian marriage is an offer, not a request. ~ Gary Thomas Today’s “Me First” Culture Living in a world that focuses on a “Me first” mentality encourages people to vie for power, position, and possessions.
Chapters 9 and 10 of Sacred Marriage are entitled Sacred Struggle, Embracing the Difficulty in Order to Build Character and Falling Forward, Marriage Teaches Us to Forgive.
Lucy’s eyes narrowed. “Nooo!” exploded the grandmotherly woman capped with downy white hair. Her cries sounded more like a toddler’s tantrum.
Dear Andy, I read another couple’s love letters this week. Their intimacy basked between the lines of their blog posts, like two lovers savoring skin-on-skin between fresh sheets.
Secrets – People who haven’t seen me in years ask how my sons are. Most parents can answer the question freely, but I want to hide.