When Mary Wrapped Jesus in Swaddling Cloths

I wonder what she was thinking. A young mom. A stable filled with shepherds not nurses and doctors. Not even her mom to share in the joy. A manger for a crib. Straw for the bedding. On so many levels, there was nothing sterile or easy about the world  Jesus entered.  ...

Snow Days and Heaven

Snow Days We watch the sky with great expectation. Heavy with winter, the clouds promise a gift. Snowflakes. White perfection. Quieting the sounds of this world. Muffling everyday noises to near nothingness. Peace – right in the middle of everything that seems...

How Weaknesses Work

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Forcing Words

The awkwardness of silence often causes people to speak before thinking. Filing the air with empty words, we talk when we have absolutely nothing to say.   I’ve been on the receiving end of empty words many times in my grief. People want to make you feel better,...

When Children Speak

If there’s one thing I would do over as a mom (and there’s more like a hundred things), it would be writing down more of the cute things my kids said over the years.   From time to time, people share memories of things they did or said (some sweet –...