The fearfully uncomfortable knowing

The fearfully uncomfortable knowing

In the past several years, I’ve written a few posts about my husband’s deceased daughter—a recent mention here. Today, I tell the story about how learning to love the daughter I never met led me to the fearfully uncomfortable acceptance of the cross. The post went...
Lead or be led

Lead or be led

Cato lept from his nest bed in the great room, growling, barking, and bellowing. I peered at the digital clock in our bedroom. 3:36 am. Early morning on Maundy Thursday. “There must be something out there,” I said to Keith. “I’ll go check.” Cato raced between me and...
Savor the Salt

Savor the Salt

Keith reached for the salt shaker on the chest next to our dining room table. “I don’t really like my food this salty, but since we don’t eat processed food, which is high in salt, and my blood tests consistently indicate that I’m low in sodium, I have to add salt.” I...
Nudges and God Winks

Nudges and God Winks

While Mac store employees transferred data from my old laptop to the new, I sat in Panera, sipping herbal tea, nibbling a blueberry scone, and reading a little pink book. I figured it was worth waiting to save a second trip into town. And I would have been reading the...