his story, not mine.

The refugees continue to be on my mind. And not in the kind of way I had hoped or wish I could share about. The urgency feels faint, probably because, if I’m honest, the shock has worn away a little. The story of a little boy washed up on a shore isn’t on the news…

dear reader, thank you.

I’ve heard that authors love their readers, and I always get a little thrill when I read the acknowledgments in a book and see a thank you to the readers there. I know I am probably one of thousands, but it is still exciting to be part of this author’s work. I’m only weeks into…

the myth of ready.

When I got pregnant three months into marriage, I did not feel even remotely ready. I remember feeling utterly shocked. I was still blissfully happy to just be in the same location as my husband after months of long distance dating. I hadn’t even had begun having thoughts of babies yet. How could one appear…

my nightstand stack.

Confession: I’m a library fanatic. One of my first acts anytime I move is to get a library card. I remember being nearly distraught when I didn’t have an electric bill to prove I lived in my first apartment. I think I’d lived in my new place all of two days and it felt terrible…

what i want most of all.

I feel like the start of a new season always leaves space for reflection for me. Who was I in the past season? What things do I want to be different moving forward? The return to school and the end of summer has always felt like the perfect start of a new year to me,…

you are seen.

As my feed on Facebook is filled with photos of refugees and calls to action, I feel my heart tense a little bit. I hate to admit it, but when there are stories like this, I’m usually overwhelmed by how great the need is and how little I feel. What can I really do, other…

this season’s fit.

[Jesus is so kind. Just after declaring that summer felt over, not only did Jesus give me a number of days in a row that were toasty warm, but he is giving me the gift of a weekend at the beach with friends! It was an unexpected gift, and a beautiful reminder of how Jesus…

asking for red-hot marshmallow squirters.

Bunny Cakes is a children’s book that makes me laugh every time. Max is a bunny of few words and great mischief. He and his sister Ruby have quite a few books together, but this may be my favorite. Max wants Red-Hot Marshmallow Squirters. He’s making an earthworm cake, and Red-Hot Marshmallow Squirters are on the…

the end of summer.

As Labor day weekend is upon us, I’m faced with the inevitability of autumn’s rapid approach. And as much as I love chai lattes and baking and pumpkin pie, I just don’t feel ready this year. I want to email the seasonal professor and ask for an extension for summer, if there were such a…

pizza and salad.

Start where you’re at. This is the advice Shauna Niequist gives to people who want to be hospitable but don’t know where to start, in her book Bread and Wine. She recommends beginning with pizza and salad if you don’t know what you’re doing, and slowly adding in more to your repertoire as you practice….