When You’re Trying to Help Your Wounded, Younger Self

We’re twenty minutes into arguing about throwing First Girl a birthday party before it slowly dawns on me that this isn’t about her at all. At least not really. I’m standing there arguing that she needs some friends when I’m really fighting hard for another little girl. A girl I know all too well who…

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…

Here’s the Thing You Need to Know About Great Love

It’s that week of paper hearts and too much red and not so great chocolate. People are scrambling to have that perfect date or maybe bemoaning that yet again, they’re without a plus one. Us? We’re in two separate cities in what has become a temporary normal. But then ours is not an ordinary relationship.…

When You’re Wanting to Be Surprised This Christmas

The air is crisp as we drag in our tree, the first tree in our first home. We string the lights and set up the few decorations we've managed to cart around with us these roaming years. And then we all step back to look. You can almost feel the room fill with wonder and…

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…

Our Privilege As People of the Cross

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…