A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
I had an idea this morning and I won’t type out the whole of it, but it included a short white staircase with with a strip of plexiglass covering LED lights connected to a sensor that light up when you step on the steps.
Here’s something similar wh…
Driving to the camp site to speak to some lovely ladies about leadership, I knew I was not up to the task. I knew that I was not the leader I wished to be and therefore, I was certainly unqualified to share the intricacies of the subject.
Yet, here…
I don’t like failing, and maybe that’s a harsh word for it, but I definitely blew it this morning.
I had this conversation with Ivan after many attempts at helping him with his Bible quiz today. “Ivan, do you know your Bible verse?”
“I think so.”…
It snowed when we were saying I do. The surprising white of early winter blanketed the bare of late fall.
And we barely noticed then, but think back fondly now. Of how I prayed that there would be no rain on my wedding day.
Gripping string I watched his hands wind and pull, sensitive to wind hundreds of feet above his reach.
I had told him how to hang on. How to hold tight but give when needed. When there’s too much slack, we pull the string and step backward until…
Four years ago we voted in America and the Republicans were disappointed and the Democrats were jubilant. I remember the slogans and the claims for “hope and change” that spurred many to vote for our first black president. He was supposed to be this m…
Ivan has outgrown so many things. He gets bigger, bolder, more clever and more independent every day. There are a few things though that we are consistently working on. One of them is using words instead of whines.
He is dramatic.
Over the top…
After a recent discussion on facebook regarding gateway words I felt this would be a good edit and repost from a post I published in 2009.
Yesterday on the way home from school Owen was surprised at something we were talking about and responded wit…
Little Tina has an itch in her throat,She recites campaign slogans by rote.Every lie that is told,Makes her more and more bold,And she can’t WAIT to get out her vote!
Just thought I’d share a little story about prayer answered and God’s abundant but practical grace.
Tuesday morning I was barely on time as we headed out the door for school, only to find that my van wouldn’t start. It made the clicking sound of a d…