Even the orange juice is holy, I thought this morning when I poured it at breakfast. Bright orange in the goblet, the taste sharp on the tongue, bittersweet, pure. I’ve been looking for the small things, the moments of joy. The two yellow sunflowers bending above our tangled garden mass. The bright zinnia heads–their stems […]
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I know a mother who lost four children when they were still tiny, their limbs and their features unformed. She wants badly to hold a child that is hers if for only an hour. But she will never know their faces, their genders, until heaven. She weeps. I know a mother who laid her four-month-old
One of my sisters, after reading Turtle Heart, commented on how her own perspective of some things we experienced together was very different than the perspective I revealed. For example, I write about feeling scared of my dad as a child. To her, Dad was the fun parent, and she never thought of feeling scared
There’s an odd question that has circled through my head more than once since I married Ivan. Was I good, I wonder, that God saw fit to give me a good Christian husband who loves me with all his heart and is oh so kind? Is God rewarding me? Or was I bad, that God
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Launch Week is over and all the busyness of getting a book published has lulled a bit. I still have writing and marketing tasks to work on, but they don’t feel urgent. As a sort of relaxing pseudo-vacation, I drove with Ivan to Grand Rapids, Michigan, where he attended Shed Builders Expo, and I took
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