I can’t believe I cried. There I was: with a godly man whose character, confidence, humor, intelligence, and wisdom intrigued me. And to top it all off, he was cute. But as I sat across the table from him on…
The Joy of Overwhelming Tears
The Summer Is Ended
My sweet eighty-three-year-old, visually impaired mother sat at her computer last night working diligently on what I thought was an e-mail. Instead, she came to me later and said, “I just finished a guest post for the blog, if you’d…
But God: Question Mark or Exclamation Point?
When we say “but God,” it is all too often followed by a question mark. No, asking God “why” is not wrong, but complaining with a stomped foot, a whiny voice, and an exasperated sigh as we reply “but God,”…
More Than Enough
My “ideal Saturday” turned into a reality: HGTV magazine arrived in the mail; lifetime friend sent me a box of fall-fragrance candles; rain fell gently, creating an overcast softness outside; and God let me know that He was more than…
Does What I Do Really Matter?
Sitting at the big round table at Cracker Barrel today, I had a breakthrough moment where something I’ve been struggling with suddenly vanished into insignificance. (I also had a ginormous serving of food that probably could have and should have…