This Sunday is Mother's Day, a perennially difficult day for those who have lost mothers, mothers who have lost children or women who wish they were mothers. I've spent time in all three categories. For those formerly untouched by tragedy, this year's celebration might bring new sadness in dealing with the restrictions, lockdowns, illnesses and … Continue reading A Place for Mom
In time of trouble I often turn to the 40s chapters of Isaiah or the Book of Psalms. After a particularly trying season, I found myself on a memorizing roll. Beginning with Psalm 104, I skipped only David’s imprecatory rant in 109 and just kept going—until I hit Psalm 119. Screeching halt. No way! Reading … Continue reading Psalm 119’s Surprising Side Effects
For generations, our generational farmhouse collected generational stuff, until little paths wound through it. My grandma dropped by shortly after my husband and I moved in. I was mortified, but all she reported to my mother was how nice the brown cloth looked on our table, the one spot I'd managed to carve from the … Continue reading Too. Much. Stuff!
One Sunday we actually made it to church early, and an elderly saint asked how homeschooling was going. I admitted that some days we didn’t seem to accomplish a thing. “Did you read them the Bible?” she asked. “Yes.” “Then you did accomplish something.” The truth of her words resonated, strengthening with time. At first … Continue reading First Things