On all the ways he’s changed me [a letter to my son on Mother’s Day]

It's me and you today Bug. I know you won't remember. You won't remember eating breakfast on the kitchen floor, light streaming in. You had a stare down with me over your breakfast. You are certainly a stubborn little thing. It's rather chilly for a morning in May--even for these mountains we brought you home …

On making life decisions in marriage [and how God always has what’s best for both of you]

I buried myself in the couch cushions, listening to the rain outside the window. A grimace on my face, I wiped tears from my cheeks and stared out at the gray, dark sky. At least it isn’t snowing. Sticking my feet further in to the crease of the couch cushions, I reached down and pulled …

When everything isn’t merry and bright [and why Advent is meant for you & me]

She sits on a chair in a waiting room, the doctor talking to her about options. Treatments that might work. Things that could be causing the sickness that weighs on her son’s weak body. I watch her, and I want to be all that she is. Persistent. Devoted. A fighter. But I don’t know that …