20 years ago . . . Lessons from Kali and infant loss
Where were you 20 years ago? What were you doing? Who were you with? I was in the hospital delivering my second daughter. Praying she would live here. And crying…
Read moreWhere were you 20 years ago? What were you doing? Who were you with? I was in the hospital delivering my second daughter. Praying she would live here. And crying…
Read moreEvery denomination has its traditions. But within the broader traditions are often smaller individual ones. The overall tradition in the church of my youth was ‘worship without instruments.’ At home…
Read moreIt was time to confront her. I suspected it would be one of the hardest–and weirdest–conversations I would ever have. I was right. Knocking on the door of pain is…
Read moreThe seeds were packaged for 2008. I should have cleaned out the garage long ago and thrown them out. But I didn’t. Only this spring of 2013 did I plant…
Read moreI’m still prejudiced. Sometimes I get this false notion I’ve outgrown it. Oh, how wrong I am. It doesn’t take much to prove it. How about a Saturday morning at…
Read moreThe laundry door cracked open. I could see her inside tenderly folding each piece of clothing more gingerly than I fold my own family’s clothes. When she had put all…
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