The Road Less Traveled

One of my new favorite scriptures comes from Isaiah 11:1-4.  It says, "A shoot shall come out from the stump of Jesse, and a branch...

I'm a week out from leading our church's Women's Retreat.  It was an amazing weekend.  And it was certainly good to serve the ...

Last weekend while Tim was away on a business trip, I picked up some movies from the library to watch with the boys.  One of them was Dis...

An opening, a new morning, beginning so quietly that its dawn is barely perceptible. But the new morning God calls forth comes as ...

I sat in the living room of my grandmother's home, in the worn chair, with the soft yellow light of a lamp shining on us.  It was my t...

The things I least want to write about are the things I most need to write about. Ok, I said it. A few weeks ago we had our annual w...

Last year during spring break we spread mulch.  We began at our house and then went to the home of Tim's sister and brother-in-law.  ...

It feels like I have been living in the in-between for a long time.  On the outside life moves forward, and I am situated in the needs of...

I have a magnet sitting on my dresser mirror.  It is a picture of a mama bird hovering over her baby birds.  Their necks are extended towa...

  It's been on my mind a lot lately--our last Ash Wednesday service.  Not the one we just celebrated where my husband and I wrapped...