This afternoon a persistent little pang told me I was hungry. Heart hungry. I knew just what would satisfy it, too. I called Grace. We talked for a while about various subjects. Then, after a momentary silence, she said, “I need to tell you something.” * * * Time for some backstory. (I’ve been doing […]
If you don’t want to understand love . . . If you don’t want to learn how to pray . . . If you don’t want to carry an exquisite ache like a chunk of molten gold — never cooling, but weighing with a constant pressure on your heart — don’t become a mother.
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We celebrated Thanksgiving in Dallas with twenty-two relatives. Good food. Good conversation. Good laughs. It was all good. After dinner my sister gathered everyone together and played a CD of her son’s band performing a song he wrote about Jacob–a song that snagged the attention of a record label rep when he heard it and
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Yesterday I picked up this week’s issue of WORLD Magazine and read the following: L’Abri’s golden jubilee Next year is the 50th anniversary of the founding of L’Abri Fellowship by Francis Schaeffer. Thousands of young backpackers, burned-out hippies, and other seekers trying to sort out the big issues of life flocked to this study center
No, I haven’t been keeping secrets. My “baby” is nineteen now. However, I just chatted on IM with Jennifer, and she gave me permission to make this announcement. She hopes to write something in her LJ “soon,” but with two young boys and a newborn, well . . . On November 7, she and Chris
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I’ve decided that playing Hymne by Vangelis on the piano is a lot like having a conversation with God. From the opening measure, the song falls into a comfortable rhythm — a familiar cadence that feels like home. The single-note melody line is simple and quiet at first, but it soon builds in intensity. Chords
The upper school students spent the whole day at a ropes course. Most of the activities were designed to encourage teamwork in overcoming obstacles. But toward the end of the afternoon, the course director offered the kids a chance at an individual challenge. At least several stories above the ground, a single board extended from
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“It doesn’t have to be this way.” She glanced up from her book. “What?” His fiery gaze unnerved her. “It doesn’t have to be this way.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She pretended to read but felt the heat of his eyes. “You wish your life could be as exciting as that
A gentle rain fell like a misty curtain, unruffled by wind, unhurried and unhindered, folds and folds of liquid fabric soothing the wounds of a thirsty earth. We drove the roads toward home — Jacob and I — and song met mood met comment. Song: “Flood water rain crash down, soak the ground, still I
I love that Grace wrote a “poem” in Luke’s journal. And I love that he used the word “chicanery” in his apology. I love the way my children have grown into interesting people with beautiful values, unfettered imaginations, and wonderfully weird personalities. I love these things like I love the feeling that washes over me