Active Hope (and Pumpkins)

I hope to grow my very own fall pumpkin. But that hope requires me to water my plant and also keep people from mowing it down (an accident which really only happened once). The point is—I have to guard and nurture my pumpkin hopes. And then, in due time, I can enjoy the fruit of…

Jesus Changed My Life

I always loved God. As a girl, I went to Sunday School where felt boards were my favorite. Later in childhood, my family got wrapped up in an organization that claimed to be Christian—but they taught heresy about Jesus, saying he wasn’t God, just a necessary, good person—but one who did not deserve exaltation. They…

New Every Morning

Particularly after having kids, I was struck by how different one day could be from the next. As an infant-mama, I might have had a great day that included a shower and engaging with the world alongside a baby who is both napping and feeding on a predictable, doable schedule. These days would include sun…

The Beauty of Being Still

For my birthday, my mother gave me this beautiful weekly planner. A soft shade of blush, it is adorned with pretty flowers. I imagined writing out my weekly plan in beautiful calligraphy-type handwriting, floating through each week in beautiful, elegant peace. I haven’t written on it yet. I like looking at it, though, all pretty…

Why Are You So Afraid?

I’m sitting listening to the rain, having just discovered my parents’ neighborhood is flooding and my dad can’t get home right now due to highway and road closures. All is well with their house, but oh the damage a storm can cause. It made me think of Jesus on the boat with the disciples and…