Why a Manger? (the part of the Christmas story I missed for 40 years)

Sugar-free for 63 days, and I have reached the bargaining stage of my grieving its loss. Creeping as close as I can to its boundary. Nibbling the edges of sobriety by wondering if allowing myself the crumbs of something sweet would send me back to Day 1. Wanting my cake.…

For When a Flicker Lights a Way for Hope to Come (Word of the Week)

Longing for a word from The Word to guide me through the week, I come before Him expectantly. He leads me through a labyrinth of anticipation. Of yearning. Of hopefulness. Of waiting. Of Advent. The Coming of all our hearts long for. Both those things of which we are quite…

For When I Tap my Toes & Trust the Driver (Word of the Week)

In the days before SUVs and seat-belt laws, I spent my days in the back of a station wagon. Exploring the country’s interstates and landmarks in carefully planned summer vacations. Mile after mile. Four people in a Ford. Often you could find me ticking off the exits on an atlas.…