Harper Sparrow is . . . one . . . week . . . old . . . today! Grow in grace and beauty, sweet Harper, and always, ever closer to Jesus. He loves you more than we do, and we love you more than words can express. More photos here. (I promised there would […]
Today we did a Mommy photo shoot. The next session will feature the little beauty who’s still inside. Hurry up, Harper. We’re ready to meet you!
A year after Jacob’s near drowning he found his voice again. Then, over a course of many months, he rediscovered the vast cache of vocabulary and language patterns that had miraculously remained stored in his oxygen deprived brain. As far as I can tell, Jacob’s understanding of language is normal for an adult. He can
I got rhythm. I got music. I got a dress rehearsal tonight and performances Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I really, truly do love choreography projects with these high school choir students. The whole process energizes me–from listening to the music, creating the moves, breaking them down step by step with the performers, perfecting and tweaking,
Swing dancing, pop culture, a linky trail, and a bride (oh my) Read More »
Lately I’ve had blog paralysis. The mere thought of posting overwhelms me. It’s not lack of material, but rather the opposite. I don’t know if I should go back and tell stories from the holidays (they were fun and great) or post photos (I’ve taken a lot) or talk about what’s going on now (way
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I’m not sure why I’m going to share this with you. Maybe you can tell me. I wrote this poem two summers ago while driving west to east across my home state. It was early morning, and a rainstorm painted the distant horizon. My only passenger, weary with the weight of nine months in Africa,
Because sometimes poetry rises Read More »
Amy Carmichael spent most of her adult life as a missionary in India rescuing young girls from temple prostitution and providing a home for them. I first heard of her in college, and she remains one of my heroes in the faith. She was also a gifted writer and poet. You don’t casually read Amy
A Lamp Unto His Face. Chapter Three: Ask and you shall receive Read More »
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 »
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
Great Northwest Photo Essay, or Having Way Too Much Fun Read More »
I sat behind the table and watched them come in–some energetic and eager, some shuffling, bent as though carrying an invisible weight. Others leaned on walkers or canes or the arms of loved ones, their faces deeply lined with memories I could only try to imagine. A noon luncheon is always on the agenda, and