If you know Luke, you’ll understand why I’ve always given special consideration to my prayers for his future wife. I knew she was going to have to be a “special” lady. Luke was born laid back, easy going, optimistic. He’s a poet, a dreamer, a philosopher. He was the little kid in the outfield, examining […]
Here Comes the Bride . . . and sixty babies? Read More »
Good morning, World Wide Interwebs. I hope you’re feeling well today. What have you been up to since we last chatted? Global domination? Fascinating. Who, me? Well, let’s see. A couple of crates of frigid whiskey inspired me to post about imagination and mystery on The Master’s Artist this morning. Fun times. (No, I didn’t
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Less than two days after crossing the Great Northwest Speakathon finish line, I found myself at Lakeview Baptist Encampment, preparing to lead worship and keynote Crossroads Baptist Women’s Retreat. Let me just say right up front that any speaker who is asked to address this group of women should consider herself blessed beyond measure, because
Yeah, you read that right. When Rusty brought Jacob home Thursday he pointed out a small abrasion on his nose and a purplish spot on his lip. Apparently in the middle of the night, Jacob insulted the lamp on his bedside table and it in turn attacked his face. The injuries didn’t look too serious,
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Hello, friends. I’m sure you’ve all been on the edges of your collective seats, waiting for an update on my adventures. Well, today is your lucky day! It’s also my second-to-last day here in the wet but oh-so-lovely northwest. For your viewing pleasure, here’s what I’ve been doing: Wednesday, November 4: Seattle skyline at sunset
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I meant to include this little guy in yesterday’s post. Grace spotted him in a bush right off the Greenlake trail as we walked by. Actually, I’m not sure if he’s a small rat or a biggish mouse, but I think he’s kind of cute. Don’t you? This evening I speak at Beit Tikvah Girls
Last night I officially launched The Great Northwest Speakathon when I spoke to the Northwest Christian Writers Association on the topic of “Language as Soundtrack.” What a great group of fun, lovely writers! If I lived in the area I would definitely be a part of that action. Thanks again to Athena Dean for inviting
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Yesterday my super-organized-party-planner friend, Jill, sent an e-mail to a bunch of college friends who will gather in December for a Christmas party. She wanted us to all go ahead and select the recipes we wish to bring (perhaps because she expects us to shop for ingredients in early November?). *Insert mental exclamation mark here*
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Last night, while George took a shower and I washed my face, we had one of those conversations that has no doubt commonly occurred between long-married couples in every culture throughout the generations. After a brief exchange about Nostradamus, he (naturally) asked, “Do you know when the Roman Empire collapsed?” Me: “Um . . .
Pre-pillow Talk and What Was, Is, and Is to Come Read More »
I’ve heard of people posting a sign near the door of their home, dorm room, or wherever they live, simply stating: “You are now entering the mission field.” It’s a good way to look at life no matter where you are, but this weekend I found myself in a place where it’s impossible to feel
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