Joy

Duck, duck, joy! 

Duck, duck, joy! 

“No! I don’t want to be a flower girl! I want to be a duck!” announced my then three-year-old Hannah defiantly. My husband, always the mischievous influence, pronounced, “Then you shall be cousin Laina’s flower duck.” He then started coaching her on how to waddle,...
​Grieving Loss and Welcoming Grace

​Grieving Loss and Welcoming Grace

Slowly, my freedoms have begun to fall away, one by one. I can no longer exercise, drive, be alone with my children, eat, walk or even get out of bed unassisted. In the last six years, I have encountered numerous challenges: entered into recovery from an eating...
Easter joy

Easter joy

A political contender was recently asked a couple of important questions: who he consults with when it comes to running the country and seeking advice on foreign policy. His answer made me roll my eyes and shake my head, wondering why so many people seem to think he...
An “awe-full” day

An “awe-full” day

I shook hands with my friend Wayne and asked how he was doing. He answered, “Awful!” But then with a smile, he continued, “I’m full of awe at the grace and goodness of God.” He went on to tell me the word is spelled with an...
Enjoy life!

Enjoy life!

Enjoy life! That’s what the checkout person said as I pushed my grocery cart out of his lane. How did he know? How did he know he was saying that on the precise day I said, “Enjoy heaven!” to my wife two years earlier? Frankly, I didn’t want to...