Exploring the Wild & Beautiful Places of Faith
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…
The extra, he seeks out My Man on the set and in broken English tells him, "I did not think when I first saw you that you could be the Director. You were not yelling, you were not screaming. In my years of being an actor, I have never worked with a Director who did…
Continue reading ➞ How This Little Act Could Change Your World
Last week I'm flying through the air in the wee early hours of my 32nd birthday. We're somewhere over Germany when First Girl starts belting out "Happy Birthday." Celebration knows no bounds and when joy spills over, all you can do is grab a cup and try to catch some. Because joy isn't always easy…
This friend, she calls me all excited because after so many numbing months of negative tests and prayerful pleas, she's finally pregnant and this babe is a full 8 weeks strong and there's a heartbeat right there on the screen beating loud for me to hear. I'm rejoicing with her, all while quietly smiling because…
Continue reading ➞ For All Those Who Know the Pain of Miscarried Dreams
We've just arrived and Ms. Dinah is telling us how we're visiting just a year shy of her husband's one year death anniversary. One day he's out on his ATV and the whole thing hits a rock and flips over and in the blink of an eye, he's gone. A pillar in the community taken down…
I'm slamming cupboards and putting down breakfast bowls just a little too hard this Sunday morning. Before we're out the door, there are tears and wails and I'm this close to calling the whole thing quits. Driving down the road, the tension is thick in the car and this ugly truth glares bright: We're a car of…
Continue reading ➞ When You’re Pretty Sure You’re Failing Your Kids
It's lunch time and we're poking at our cobb salad when the gut wrenching truth slips out: I've felt lonely since I was 8. So yeah, we're going on a good 20+ years of this same chorus. Like that unexpected guest who doesn't know when they've overstayed their welcome, loneliness keeps showing up as a bystander…
