“My heart bursts its banks, spilling beauty and goodness. I pour it out in a poem to the king, shaping the river into words. “
“How could I have lost the green dishes?”
Last Christmas, my mother-in-law gave me her beautiful green and gold china plates—the very same china a special woman in her life handed down to her. We packaged and shipped several boxes of china from Indiana to Oregon that day; LeAnne gave her granddaughters many beautiful pieces. But the green and gold dishes […]
“But how do I know he’s real?” I asked staring into the mirror while having my first philosophical conversation about Jesus.
“You can’t see him,” said my Mother. “You believe in him by faith. Jesus lives inside you and you will never be alone.”
But that’s not how I felt. I had a rich imagination as a child that lasted through my […]
Like a river quietly snaking through the lower regions of a forest, my grief suddenly has no beginning and no end. Wherever I set my foot along its bank, I am dangerously close to jumping in with both feet whether I want to or not. The forest, the river, my grief is always there. Sometimes it’s just enough to reach […]