I have been in a state of survival for years now. Every time I start to get things under control (which is really an illusion, by the way) something upends my calm and hurtles me headlong back into chaos. Whether
“Truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.” John 12:24 Every morning I wake up, blink, and wish I
When we first moved to India, I read a book that said something to this effect: Anything you say about India that is true, the opposite can also be true.* I can neither confirm nor deny this assertion, but it
Even The Grinch Who Stole Christmas knows the power of a song. For the Grinch, the quiet song of the Whos on Christmas morning reminded him of a deep, profound reality that: “maybe Christmas…doesn’t come from a store, maybe Christmas,
When I was seven years old, my second grade class hosted a Mother’s Day Tea. For the event, everyone wrote a brief report to tell the audience about their mom. We also made a poster to present to our
Everyone said it would be over in the blink of an eye: this insane, hard, glorious season of having little ones. Little ones are everywhere—underfoot in the kitchen, in the bed in the middle of the night, in the potty
Summer in our South Indian city is no small production. Despite the oppressive heat this year, the trees everywhere are bursting with blooms and their colorful petals carpet the streets and pathways all over the city. My girls gather them
As is the practice with some of us at the start of each year, I began my Read-the-Bible-in-a-Year program this January 1, 2016. One week into the year I am already behind schedule, reading somewhere around Genesis 3 or 4.