Sometimes it’s easier

Sometimes it’s easier to talk about faith than to wrestle with it. Sometimes it’s easier to love your kids than to pray for them. Sometimes it’s easier to clean your house than to face your mess. Sometimes it’s easier to say you believe than to...
A living, breathing, blueprint

A living, breathing, blueprint

Remember this ghoulish fall that I took? I never went to the doctor afterward. To the horror of my MD sister-in-law I never got it checked out. I never got an x-ray. Instead, I got on a plane 2 days later headed to a conference. And believe me, I wish I could have...

(Thankfully) His house is bigger than mine

Remember those “word association” games? When someone says a word and you say the first thing that comes into your mind. For example, if I say “peanut butter.” You’d probably say, “jelly.” (Unless you’re British or South African, in which case you’d probably say jam....
What homesickness tastes like

What homesickness tastes like

Sometimes you are so homesick you can taste it. And today it tastes like birthday cake. My little brother turns 8 today. And I am not there. But worse than that, my oldest son is not there. Jackson and Karabo; Karabo and Jackson. They have been friends since Jackson...
A living, breathing, blueprint

The #ponyup challenge

UPDATED 1/7/2010: Yesterday we pony-ed up big time. Art credit: Jan Spangler, illustrator extraordinaire. Something remarkable happens when women come together to support each other. Sparks fly as spurs connect and boots walk boldly right up to the problem that needs...