Why a Picture Still Falls Short After a Thousand Words

First-girl is running around the backyard, cutting grass to feed to the neighbor chickens. Second Little has a carrot the size of her arm in her hand, freshly pulled from our miracle garden, because really, who would have ever thought I could grow something from soil and sun? We're sitting in the backyard, waiting in…

Why the Cross is Hope for all Our Busted Expectations

It's Palm Sunday and I'm grumbling in the back, feeling anything but arm waving and hallelujahs. And Abba, He gently nudges me, gently asks why the dark cloud? It takes me a few minutes and then I hit on it. I'm so disappointed that I once again fell for the trap. The trap of an…

When God Doesn’t Answer Your Prayers

It’s 2 am and I’m sitting with a screaming child who can’t understand why in the world they’re awake when it’s pitch black out. Time zone changes and international travel will do that to ya, baby girl. It’s a whole lot of confusing and we’re just trying to get through the night. Which is all…

How are You Spending Your One Life?

We're all back in the city of angels for the first time since those nomadic years. First Girl and Little One take it all in, wandering the streets with wide-eyed fascination at all the characters, some even in costume. This place, it has a pull. It calls to people with whispered promises of fame and…