Trusting God’s plan and timing
I never thought I’d find myself in liturgy. I was raised in the Church of Christ in Texas in the 1990s. My father was raised Episcopalian in Texas in the 1960s, only because there happened to be an Episcopal church across the street from his house. My father’s father was raised Swiss Mennonite in Kansas…
I had a perm in kindergarten. Every morning my mother diligently primped my hair with her curling iron to perfect it before school. (Never mind that she also had my two-year-old brother to care for at the time.) One morning, probably in a rush to do all the things, my mother accidentally singed the top…
I am a gardener at heart. My mother taught me how to lovingly care for plants at a young age, and pruning and weeding became soothing to my soul as I became an adult. How I’m Pulling Weeds in My Faith Every time I walk out my front door to check the mail or pull…
My six-year-old daughter is most definitely an introvert. After a full morning of Vacation Bible School with her self-proclaimed BFF this summer, she was perfectly content to hang out with me downstairs instead of playing Barbies upstairs with her guest and little sister. When I asked why she didn’t go upstairs with them, she told…
My fearless, four-year-old daughter was overtired. We were on round two of pool play for the day at my dad and stepmom’s new house, and she was happily jumping from a smaller elevated pool area down into their larger pool over and over again. This time, however, she forgot that she wasn’t wearing her float and leaped…
