That They Be Love.

8/8 ((from Natalie)) Someone recently asked me “What are your dreams for your children?”  I gave a blank stare as I tried to summon words for my response.  The questioner continued with “I mean, everyone has dreams for their kids, right?” Ummmm, “Well yes, of course! So many dreams, so many…” My words trailed off…

Does Love Really Win?

8/7 ((from Kate)) Hashtag love wins. But does it? It’s interesting to me the epic collision of trendy ideals… the same mouths shouting that love wins are often the same mouths shouting that what’s most important is that they’re happy and that they live out their ‘truth’ … And frankly, I think we need to…

The Discipline of Lament.

8/5 ((from Eve)) Several years ago, I sat with a friend in a hospital room on a summer afternoon. She and her husband had just delivered a baby at 20 weeks, who did not survive. A group of family and friends gathered that afternoon to grieve, cry and pray together as we both met and…

Just Wishin’, And Hopin’, And Thinkin’, And Prayin’

8/4 ((from Courtney)) I’ve spent a lot of this year waiting. Waiting for a baby to sleep through the night. Waiting for sickness to go away. Waiting for tests. Waiting for test results. Waiting for pain meds to kick in. Waiting to be a wife and mom again. Waiting for the night to pass. Waiting…

There Are No Magic Lamps

8/3 ((from Brittany)) “You have not because you asked not.” I think we can all agree that this verse is slightly overused and abused in our Christian circles, am I right? How many times have you sat around a table when prayer requests were being discussed and heard that response given like a band-aid to…

I Am His

8/2 ((from Megan)) “The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want.” Psalm 23 It’s too bad that shepherding is so far removed from my millennial, suburban life. Unfortunate that I can’t drive down Michigan Road toward Indianapolis and call out to the backseat gang, “Looks like those shepherds have some rich pasturing after all…

Psalm 23

8/1 ((from Natalie)) There’s a teeny baby in my arms. She’s just over 6 pounds of sweet perfection.  I have spent many hours inhaling her newborn heaven scent. She has nuzzled herself right into my arms, the perfect fit for our family. Our long-awaited daughter came to us in a whirlwind. We met her almost-due…