The Key to Your Calling

The Key to Your Calling

I told God I wasn’t meant to be a minister’s wife.  Two times to be exact. I can still remember precisely where I was when I said those prayers.  Once I was in church, when I had the strangest feeling wash over me that I was going to marry this minister, a man I knew...
Dear Son,

Dear Son,

Dear Son, I watch you play, your spirit a mixture of tough little boy, twinkle-in-the-eye mischief, and a heart so big I’m not sure how it fits in your chest. And I smile. You’re an enigma in a lot of ways. Perhaps it’s because, being a girl myself, I’ve never seen...
Let It Go

Let It Go

My hands clench tightly around my dreams some days and especially around my heart’s desires. My fists grasp frantically onto those I love in my effort to hold them close and keep them safe, as if it’s in my power to do this. No matter how much I wish it were...
We Are Different

We Are Different

Our resident three-year-old alarm clock sounded at the usual and appointed time this morning—5:45 am sharp. “Maaama…Daaddyy!  Can I get up?”  My elbow jabbed my husband’s side in my non-verbal way of saying, “It’s your turn.”  He turned toward the clock mentioning the...

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