The other day a man stopped me as I was walking through a parking lot. He asked about Garett, saw that we were going to the draft in Philadelphia, wanted to offer his congratulations. Then he said, “Can I ask you something?”Read More
This coming week is such a big one for our family. I thought it might be fun to look back at a post I wrote for TOFW a couple of years ago...Read More
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about crystal vases and about God. I wonder if maybe I hold God at arm’s length. My belief is real—I am certain about that—but I think I might protect it like the cut glass vase I keep in the cupboard over the fridge.Read More
If you had told me when my children were small that they would all pick the same year to get married, I would have told you that you were crazy.Read More
Lilies remind me of the story of Thomas.
His story is a part of Easter that I don't ever forget.Read More
Are you enjoying this Easter journey so far?
Oh, I hope so!
On day three we talked about three women who bore testimony with their words. Today we will learn about two people who bore testimony of Jesus through their actions.Read More
The Easter story is filled with the witnesses of women. Several of their stories are mentioned within the days that surround the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. One of these stories is a scene that took place on Calvary's hill. We can't picture the scene on Calvary without considering the women who were there. "Near the cross of Jesus stood his mother, his mother's sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene." (John 19:25, NIV)Read More
…they wove a crown of thorns and placed it upon His head, and as they mocked Him, they spat on Him and smote Him. Then finally, after a night with no sleep and a day filled with torture, He was led away to be crucified.…they wove a crown of thorns and placed it upon His head, and as they mocked Him, they spat on Him and smote Him. Then finally, after a night with no sleep and a day filled with torture, He was led away to be crucified.Read More
It had been four days --four dark days of weeping, of wondering, and of asking why. "If you had been here…" Martha whispered to the Lord as she ran to meet Him on the dusty road in front of her home.Read More
More than anything I want the celebration of Easter to be as important to my family as Christmas is.
For years it was a weekend celebration for us.
Then, for a time, we celebrated Holy Week.
But it wasn't enough…Read More
When December comes it fills right up with toys and tinsel, music and magic, parties and presents. My first inclination is to embrace all of it, oh how I love Christmas. But every year a part of my heart calls out for the simpleness of a stable Christmas. A manger Christmas. A Christmas centered on Christ. Behind every decoration, every stocking, every gift, there within the stable, in the manger, on the straw we discover one gift wrapped up in swaddling clothes. The gift that holds all of the meaning behind Christmas…a gift that reminds us of the giving.Read More
It's been a long time… And that is because we have been having so much fun over here...Read More
I don't remember when he started calling me mom.Read More
Maybe you remember last year at this time when my whole house started filling up. It started around Valentine's Day. Everyone decided to come home.Read More
We woke up to gray drizzle.
That gloomy damp that seeps right into your soul.
I'm not in the mood for it today.Read More