If you could talk to your younger self, what would you say? Miriam reflects on twenty-six years of being a parent as her youngest, a 2021 high school graduate, prepares to leave home.
Comfort for Stubbed Toes
Our five-year-old son is notorious for running around outside barefoot and showing back up on the doorstep with a bleeding stubbed toe. It has not mattered how many times this has occurred, how many reminders we give to put on shoes, or how much it hurts him in the moment, the boy does this over and over again.
The Loving Vulnerability of the Visitation
Today we celebrate the Visitation of Mary. The Visitation is when Mary, pregnant with Jesus, goes to visit her cousin Elizabeth, pregnant with John (the baptizer). I like to think about this holy friendship—this time of mutual support and love for each other.
Easter in the Compost Bin
This Eastertide I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to live in the relentless goodness of Easter Sunday, not only on the day of Easter, but in all the fifty days that follow.
Preach the truth as if you had a million voices
In a short life of 33 years, Saint Catherine of Siena never seems to have wasted a moment.
Love incorruptible
Earlier this year I came across a Bible verse during my morning devotional reading that took me by surprise .“Grace be with all who love our Lord Jesus Christ with love incorruptible.” —Ephesians 6:24 (ESV)
Hello, Gorgeous
Circle up you gorgeous pandemic caregivers. Look at your tired hands and feet. You are alive today. You’ve kept others alive this past year.
God’s Grace & Love Can Never be Earned
I grew up in a “Christian” home with “Christian” parents. I put the word Christian in quotes because it was anything but Christian.
In the Moment of Fleeing to Egypt
The end of Christmas crashes the promised healing of the manger scene into the wounded world and the terror cultivated by those who fear the loss of power. Christ is already active in the world, but everything is not yet well.
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!”