digging through dates
We stood side by side, shoulders hunched over the same bowl. We were making date bars, a recipe familiar to both my six-year-old daughter and me. But this time was different. This time, unbeknownst to me, the packet of dates that I had already melted into the...christmas in heaven
I blogged last year about this poem that a friend’s mom sent me. It definitely gave me a fresh perspective on what has been and is likely to be an emotional season. For those who have lost loved ones who were believers, this is for you. Warning: The words...anchor
I wake in the wake of tragedy. Though I was nowhere near the coastline of the horrific events that rocked the ship of Sandy Hook Elementary School, the resulting ripples have reverberated across an ocean. Absolutely tragic. Senseless. Heartbreaking. Just a few of...boxes in the sky
Well, it’s that time again. Packing time. This marks my ninth move in ten years. Perhaps the most time consuming aspect of this exercise is sorting through all the goods we have accumulated and having to decide which are precious enough to occupy space and weight in...my cup overflows
One of my hopes for this blog is that the content of these posts would magnify God in the mundane. Today’s mundane happens to be samp. What? Samp. (If you’re American and you don’t know what samp is, try Wikipedia. If you’re South African and you don’t know what...
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