If you haven’t been thinking much about your body this Advent, I want to invite you to begin. It’s so important to truly celebrate Christmas. We can approach Christmas too . . .
Monday morning we roused four kids from their beds and scuttled them out the door back to the toil, crowdedness, and humdrum of school life. There was more than just . . .
I hadn’t meant to say this. The words just came out.
This time of year can have an inebriating effect on me. I don’t at all mean inebriating in the good sense of the word. Not the exhilarating, coming back alive . . .
I eat too fast. Drive too fast. Work too much. And expect too much of movies. I partly think it’s because deep inside I struggle to trust there will be . . .
Why do so many people struggle more during the holidays? Loneliness, depression, family arguments, increased temptations, you name it—this time of year can be downright tough. But half the challenge . . .
Wait? Jesus wants me to learn from my kids about receiving?
It’s a risky thing to ask a girl out. I remember the fear as a twenty-something anytime I asked a young woman on a date. It felt like placing . . .
I love new music. When I’m introduced to a new song I like, it finds its way onto every playlist I make for the next several months. Then at some . . .
We have a Saturday morning tradition in my house: pancakes. Banana-Cinnamon-and-Honey pancakes, Blueberry-Pear pancakes, Apple-Walnut-and-Brown-Sugar pancakes, and the “Kitchen Sink” pancakes that include dregs from all the previous batches and . . .