The Meaning of the Snowflake Every new snowflake comes to the earth as a picture of our Saviour’s birth, because they are sent from up above and remind us of God’s care and love. Each one is so...

The Meaning of the Snowflake Every new snowflake comes to the earth as a picture of our Saviour’s birth, because they are sent from up above and remind us of God’s care and love. Each one is so...
I’m wearing four layers of clothing: bra, shirt, puffy vest and coat as if I’ve armored myself against what’s to come. On a chilly morning I step into a clinic for my yearly mammogram. As expected,...
The lights burn low in the sanctuary and the voices raise high. They echo off rafters and doors, then flow down the walls like a flood of so many waters. I close my eyes and listen, let my thoughts...
Of all the ways to make an entrance, no PR or Marketing firm would choose this one. Divine paradox. Blood and dirt. Animals and anonymity. No facebook or twitter or instagram. A hush slips through a...
Toward the end of college I met a blond-haired boy named Mark. One evening as he walked me home we paused for a moment under starry skies. I mentioned being cold and he opened his jacket to let me...
A friend and I manage to find a quiet corner in the middle of a holiday celebration. We share a quick hug and then I ask about a recent loss in her life. She shrugs her shoulders then leans in to...
On a fall morning over a decade ago, I sat in a circle of women whose ages and stories varied. We clutched coffee cups and held in our emotions, no one wanting to be the first to share. What did we...
The sky stretches inky black above us as we wait for the first spark to light it with color. Whizz. Bang. Suddenly the evening is filled with red and blue and yellow. We ooh-and-aah as each firework...
You are the One who lifts my head high. Psalm 3:3 Maybe the holidays are happy for you this year. Maybe they're hard. Most likely they're a mix of many different kinds of moments. Here's a little...
The airport is crowded this morning. As I wait for my flight I watch the parade of people. Disgruntled teenagers with caps pulled down over their eyes trailing behind determined parents. Bright-eyed...