When Patience Isn’t Your Virtue

It was the store’s employee who directed me to the express lane. He would’ve made a different choice had he known how many products were packed into my small basket. But the dude behind me saw full well. And as the clerk rang up item after item, the man at the end of...

God, Use My Soiled Hands

It was a night like many others, maybe busier, when I heard the sweetest sound from my daughter’s room. “Mom, will you pray with me?” Don’t worry, this isn’t where I tell you this was the culmination of our perfectly orchestrated Bible times together or my own...

A Promise for the Prodigal

She was fifteen, in the very middle of the turbulent teen years. She no longer confided in her mom; her friends were her confidantes. “It’s part of growing up,” I told myself. Everyone goes through this stage of trying to figure out who they are as an individual. When...

Three Ways to Care for Friends Who Hurt

Our 4-year-old grandson Jackson is accident prone. Every bump and bruise has a story. “You should have seen it, Nana,” he said. “I fell off my bike and my face hit the ground before my hands.” One look at his noggin and I knew he spoke truth. He then pulled three...

The Physics of Life

There is a time when your little one needs you for everything. They cry and you attend to their need. They stumble and you scoop them up and fix their pain. Their joy, sorrow, fear, worry, and anger is all yours because they are an overextension of you! And then all...

Romance in the Midst

Valentine’s Day. Just another day to promote materialism, support the restaurant industry, and boost greeting card company earnings, right? It could be, but we can make it more. As my husband and I raised five kids (which, due to timing of said kids, spanned 20 years...