A Child’s Heart

A CHILD’S HEART

Last week we were privileged to glimpse a bit of a child’s heart.

Hannah’s Arms

(I Samuel 1 & 2)

I’d Rather Be a Pirate Than a Princess

This weekend I attended a women’s retreat that prompted me to suspect that I am, in fact, not a woman.

My Armchair of Inaction

Lord,
These missionary preachers….

my heart is gripped
by the stories
the need
the desperate hunger of the world.

And I’m troubled
to know
that right now
my world is mostly made up
of people like me
and my kids–
who may well GO.

Am I a sending generation?
Am I supposed to be a GOING generation?

Is it okay to cook
and bake
and talk
and teach
and mentor?

Should I be doing more?

The dangerous thing about
finding my niche
is that

immediately
that niche can become
my comfy
armchair of inaction.

A Boy and His Lunch

A Boy and His Lunch

Sometimes when I look beyond my own comfortable little world I feel too overwhelmed to wonder. I feel too overwhelmed to teach my children to wonder. Fortunately, they sometimes teach me.

Priorities

Priorities.

Once in awhile something stops me dead in my tracks and I wonder how I’ve missed the obvious.

Rubbish Heaps

Rubbish Heaps

A Child’s Ears

A CHILD’S EARS

Joshua’s ears are different than mine; I’m convinced of it. They don’t look any different, but there is a difference nonetheless.

Adventure and Celebration: Redux

If you haven’t read Part 1 of this, please read that before you read this essay. Thanks.

Adventure and Celebration I

ADVENTURE AND CELEBRATION

“I want to live life on my tiptoes!” I wrote in my journal about ten years ago. It sounded good. Have you ever tried walking on tiptoes for even a day, let alone a lifetime?