This Piece of Land

This Piece of Land

This Piece of Land We signed the papers in the corner booth of an empty McDonald’s—squeezed tight on the bench like a couple of teenagers. This time those butterflies beat their wings for every dollar listed on our paperwork. Frigid air from the vent above...
Try to Be More Awkward

Try to Be More Awkward

Try to Be More Awkward My church can be awkward, and it’s one of my favorite things about it.  Most of us would shrink back in fear from that description. We’d love anything other than to have ourselves described as awkward, let alone find ourselves in a situation...
Add Another Piece

Add Another Piece

Add Another Piece Sometimes the pressure for perfection presses in on my pursuits. Whether it’s an article, a craft, or any other piece of labor-part of me thinks I need to have it all figured out now. Yet Francis Schaeffer’s work in Art and the Bible...
Dancing in an Empty Theater

Dancing in an Empty Theater

Dancing in an Empty Theater The dirt trail curved through the tall grass in front of us. My husband and three kids scampered ahead towards the entrance of the canopy of trees. As I padded behind them, my eyes caught a streak of red amidst the stalks of green off the...
Christmas Through the Eyes of a Child?

Christmas Through the Eyes of a Child?

Christmas Through the Eyes of a Child? Christmas music has been close at hand in our house these days. I’ve given my children no shortage of memories of their mother belting out Christmas songs in the kitchen. The other day, I listened to a modern Christmas song...
Turning on the Lights on Sin

Turning on the Lights on Sin

Turning on the Lights on Sin Darkness enveloped the room as tears slid down my cheeks. I was no more than seven, though the decades since have fuzzied the edges of the memory. I do remember the fear that covered my body as I watched the shadows creep across my bedroom...

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