We are waiting, as a family, as a community, as the Body of Christ, in palpable anticipation for the end of this pandemic.
Returning to the Sanctuary
Every other pew was roped off, complete with red ribbon. My daughters looked back at me, a little confused. Were we allowed to be close to our friends and neighbors?
An Optimistic Lent
With each new day, the weight of the world seems to rest on our shoulders. There is new hope, but with it comes fresh exhaustion.
Parenting Small
My breath quickens when I hear “do less” each Advent. As my heart starts to race, I think, “There’s no way that’s what they really mean!”
Peace, Be Still
As we survey the world around us, where is Jesus? Where is our Savior in the midst of rising pandemic deaths and ruthless injustice for our neighbors?
Compassion in a Pandemic
For the past eight weeks, my home base has been designated the Special Pathogens Unit of the hospital, which delivers vital care for hospitalized patients infected with COVID-19.
Retreat before the Miracle
Growing up, I remember the season of Lent as one of reflection and contemplation. Somewhere in young adulthood, the season lost its peacefulness for me.
It’s not just another thing to do
A few weeks ago, I sat in a parent-teacher conference with my fifth grader.
The Changing Face of Hospitality
I grew up in a home where Southern hospitality was a way of life. We had a sitting room where my mother served tea to friends while catching up over conversation
The Prodigal Son at Dinnertime
I’m not quite sure when eating as a family of six turned into a contact sport, but I work to convince my daughters to drop the mob mentality each evening. Elbows are thrown, insults may be hurled, and by the end, someone is crying.Usually, it’s not me.