French Toast and Jelly Beans

I’m awakened by the sound of my daughter’s voice, “I want French Toast, mama.” Through sleep-dimmed eyes, I notice she stands next to the bed–a peace-offering in her hands and a wide grin on her freckled face.  “I’ve brought...

The Imperfect Christmas

The imperfect Christmas unfolded like a crumpled piece of gift wrap–its bright colors diminished by the absence of a firstborn son and a father more dedicated to the child than the comforts of home.  And I think of the journey he made yesterday in a quest to...
Advent:  Week 1–The Hope Candle

Advent: Week 1–The Hope Candle

I’ve been away for a few weeks–crying out to God.  Praying…weeping…grieving…and daring to hope despite my fear and unbelief. This heavy burden–unfairly thrust upon precious innocents–seems out-of-place with what I would...