I've got more drafts in this folder than I know what to do with. Starts and stops, burgeoning ideas with nowhere to go. I'd thought of sharing a few simple Lent ideas, but then more pressing matters came along. I was going to tell you about our wait for a new visa, but then...
Read moreThe Year of Submit
So you're probably wondering what happened to my great big one word of 2015. Well, you'll have to pop over to Velvet Ashes to read all about it, but here's the bottom line:
We can fit any word we want into the story of our life. This year could’ve been the year of Grief, the year of Rejection, the year of Income Shortfall, the year of Eczema. And any word we choose can dissipate with the first thaw of Spring. I regret to inform you that in choosing any One Word, you will be humbled. We can start strong and trip over our good intentions, hiding those words away with all our forgotten plans or crushed hopes. I may have done that, too, this year.
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Sick for Advent
I had some big plans. Well, maybe not big plans, but other plans. I thought about re-examining the Peace Experiment of 2013, or acquiescing to peer pressure and venturing into Voskamp territoy with The Greatest Gift, or even just getting up a few minutes earlier...
Read moreWhat to do when you don't know what to do
When Syrian children began washing ashore on Europe's beaches, I took a long hard look at our office-slash-dining room and considered the new Ikea sofa sleeper we had just purchased on clearance. How fortuitous, I thought. We could fit a family of three in here!
Read moreHow many homes does your past know?
It's the day before. You know that day. The day when you're in a state of cleaning mode panic. The day of laundering, dusting, vacuuming, dog-bathing, vacuuming again, glass cleaning, making beds and folding towels and prettying the kids' rooms and making sure...
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