It’s that time of year when people wear ugly sweaters to parties and jingle bell earrings and fun hats and matching jammies on Christmas morning. Every day of the year, we think about what to wear, and at this time of year, what we wear can reflect the joy and fun of the holiday season….
Category: The Daily Walk
Garage Treasures and Other Things to Be Thankful For
Happy Thanksgiving, y’all. Today I am resting contentedly, the smell of cornbread is in the air, and I’m overwhelmed by all the goodness that’s seeped into my soul this year, even if it stung a little on the outset. Struggles and pain and suffering often accompany the growth process, but oh the sweet joy of…
My House is Super Quiet Now
For twelve years, I have had a baby or a toddler in tow with me all the day long. My youngest started preschool this year, and now I have nine hours a week to myself. Many mothers would jump and cheer about this, but as having a child on my hip is truly my sweet…
Home
I once lived in a little cabin on a piece of property where my family’s realtor lived. A house deal fell through at the last hour and we were homeless, stranded, scrambling. Our kind realtor, with a nice daughter my age, let my parents and their children stay in their two-room cabin with a kitchenette….
A Teacher Prayer
My seven-year-old said a convicting thing to me yesterday. “Whenever I am at school and I get nervous about anything, I just pray. And Jesus helps me. I pray all the time at school.” I smiled and encouraged and swelled in my heart with love for God who has made Himself so very real to…
What Hurricane Katrina Survivors Taught Me
Hurricane Katrina struck the Gulf Coast of the United States ten years ago this week. I wasn’t in the storm, but I remember the people. After Hurricane Katrina, my husband and I volunteered at an old military base where authorities bussed many displaced people from New Orleans. These displaced citizens, my neighbors, were in a…
When People Don’t Properly Yield.
I get irritated when people slow down way too much at yield signs. I don’t honk or anything, but I explain to them why there is plenty of space for them to move into the oncoming traffic. They can’t hear me. But I still tell them. And then God started working an understanding of the…
The Heart of Art
I was the little girl who got a bloody nose during her first dance recital, slipping in her tap shoes. My daughters, who are much more talented than I was, recently participated in their annual dance recital, an end to which they’ve worked the entire year. The taps, the kicks, the twirls…our house is full…
The Best Love Story
Last year, we celebrated my parents’ marriage with a renewal ceremony. They wrote and spoke new vows to each other, reinforcing the commitment they made years ago. They spoke in the presence of their children and grandchildren. It was a moment of hope. Love does that. It brings hope to the driest, darkest, hardest parts…
A Picture of What 