Nov 21, 2012

15 Happy Ways to Teach Kids to be Grateful

How long do I really have to figure it out? How long do I have to figure out how to live full of joy? So my husband might find himself married to a woman he loves being with. A woman who knows how to laugh at the days to come?...Read more +
Feb 23, 2012

I Do: Doing

Editor's Note: This month we're in a series exploring the joys and struggles of marriage, broaching the topic from multiple angles for the sake of helping, healing, and considering. A June afternoon, I bent over daisy heads nodding off in the heavy heat. There was that day my Dad had...Read more +
Dec 1, 2011

One Small Seed: When Wise Men Decide to Do Advent

Power plays and big takeovers, it’s the way the world and Wall Street turns. But God, when He comes, He shows up in this fetal ball. Just this seed unfurling, impossible power contained in the small. The beginning of December, that is what I set out on the counter: a...Read more +
Sep 29, 2011

How to Live in This Economy

On a Monday during piano lessons, I just sit with the dead at the cemetery. Is there such a thing as a sustainable economy of the soul in this industrial world addicted to speed? Only a wind from the west moves through the granite stones. Leaves fall soundlessly, right to...Read more +
Jul 20, 2011

What Peels Life Back

On the way to her tonsillectomy, we laugh, she and I, talk of what flavor of ice cream she’d most like afterwards, when it’s all finished and she’s home, what books I might read aloud to her, and when it’d be best to pull up the old quilts and watch...Read more +
Nov 19, 2010

The Work of a Farmer

“You heard that there’s a for sale sign on the farm across the road?” Sunday morning light slides in through glass, pools in my pot. Phone cradled to my ear, I stir porridge. “You’ve got your offer in, I hope.” How could Dad say anything but that? The sign went...Read more +
Dec 16, 2008

God Wants to Use You

Nick Vujicic tells his story. The morning of December 4, 1982, moments after his birth, they laid him in his mother's arms. She held a blunt torso. Her firstborn had no arms. No legs. No limbs. Just this one twisted flap of flesh, a foot flipper. She swaddled him close...Read more +