Across the street, the magnolia tree is trying to find its voice. For weeks now, it has been poised to blossom, to shout it's beauty in full-throated pink splendour. But right now, the pale buds are a weak whisper of what will come. A touch of laryngitis, perhaps. I can feel the weight of it … Continue reading Losing My Voice (and finding it again)
He was threshing grain in a winepress when the angel came. It was hardly the ideal setup. There was no breeze down there to blow away the chaff. Gideon would have had to separate the wheat kernels by hand. Laboriously. Bit by bit. But it was the only way to protect the harvest from marauding … Continue reading Tea With Gideon: When God Asks You to Do Scary Things
Slips of white paper curled and blackened as flames licked the edges. We gathered round, my three daughters and I, and watched our handwritten words fade into fire. And then they were gone, and all that was left were a few glowing embers and a bowl full of ash. I added a little bit of … Continue reading The Grace-Filled Homeschool: Rituals that Touch the Heart
I've spent a few days studying Judges 4 and 5. It's the story of Deborah, the only female among the twelve judges listed in the book. It's the story of Barak, the Israelite man who was too afraid to go to war against the king of Canaan's army unless Deborah came with him. And it's … Continue reading Tea with Jael: Just an Ordinary Girl
I'm sipping tea from the beautiful glass mug that my four-year old gave me for Christmas. Chai spice, because it's my favourite. The worn study Bible that lies open on the bed beside me used to belong to my mother. I tried to get another Bible a couple of years ago, but the pages were … Continue reading Tea With Ehud: God Made You Weird on Purpose
My life dreams. They were in a hardcover sketchbook, large and thick. Every New Year's, I would write a list of short-term and long-term goals in that book. But not this year. A few months ago, I threw it out. And let me tell you, it felt good. Perhaps I was a little impulsive. After … Continue reading I Threw Away My Dreams
To the mom who feels forgotten, You go on social media, longing for connection. And you see pictures. Pictures that were you once upon a time. Sometimes, you miss it. It was a lifetime ago that you had it. The camaraderie of coworkers. The dinners and events. Phone calls and meetings and the whirlwind of … Continue reading To the Mom Who Feels Forgotten…
