Cairns, continued…
Day 2 (Last week, I wrote about cairns, the small piles of rock used to mark hiking trails. The cairns provided a metaphor for spiritual truth, and also gave me a clear picture of some [...]
Building endurance for a joyful adventure
My daughter and I plunge into the shallow flowing stream, walking sticks in hand. After a one mile walk up a relatively easy paved path, we reach the trail head for the Narrows, a canyon in [...]
Do I have to?
This month, we're focusing on Sabbath. The question I've heard: Do I have to? It sounds a lot like when you tell your kids to clean their room or do their homework or brush their [...]
Rest: Living in Sabbath Simplicity
Hey, it's Free Book Friday. Because we're focusing on Sabbath this month (although Living in Sabbath Simplicity is a topic we discuss frequently here), here's an excerpt from my book Rest: Living in Sabbath Simplicity, [...]
Book tour
Augustine asserted, “God loves each of us like an only child.” You may not believe that. Or perhaps you do believe it on an intellectual or theological level, but you don’t feel it. You have [...]
Deeply Loved, part 2
How honest can you be on the page? When you read a non-fiction book (but not a memoir) how much do you really want to know about the author’s life? A few months ago, I [...]
Deeply Loved
It's an odd feeling, reading words you've written. The process of writing a book takes long enough that you sometimes forget what you've written. After several months on the editor's desk, I received my edited [...]
Labor in vain…
Standing at the kitchen sink, my peripheral vision catches a glimpse of something flitting past the window. I hear the uncomfortable sound of scratching, rustling, against the aluminum siding. I walk to the back door and look [...]
Answering the call to write
About a month ago, several of the Redbud Writers and I sat on tall chairs in Johnsen & Taylor bookstore in Wheaton, and chatted about how to combine motherhood and writing. Some 30 to 40 [...]
The Wildness of Holy Week
So we begin, the slow progression toward Jerusalem. If my scope remains too narrow, I live as if heading for Good Friday, waiting for the pain, inevitable and sharp. Certain that circumstances will deteriorate. In [...]