Curated from a Biblical Perspective
“Let’s say our vows to each other again today at the wedding.” You looked at me with that familiar, comfortable love which still makes sparks fly, no matter what nays others say. I agreed. So we did. Right there in our pew, in silent meditation, along with Aaron and Cassidy, our arms entwined and our... Continue Reading →
The African proverb, "It takes a village," succinctly describes our interdependence as humans on one another to make it through life. My guest poster today, highlights that truth as she thanks various people for the important roles they played in her life, particularly during a stretching first year of Jr. High in the Accelerated Learning Academy... Continue Reading →
I sent a text last Mother’s Day that read, “Thank you for sharing arms with me.” I included a picture of me holding Eloise. It was to her birth mom. The woman who held Eloise close in her womb for 9 months and was the first to draw her near in her arms. The woman... Continue Reading →
The baby boy that was all chubby cheeks and belly laughs and ear infections and mischief turns 8 years old today. How those 7 pounds turned into almost 70, that wavy tawny hair turned into a pompadour, and those subtle coos turned into non-stop talking is a mother’s grief and delight. Your dad and I... Continue Reading →
Four years ago today we caravanned into Jacksonville, arriving just in time to close on our new house - a house we'd seen one time for about ten minutes a few months earlier. Having just said heart-wrenching good byes to our church, friends, and family up north and to all that was familiar, we pulled... Continue Reading →
The Bible says to look at the sky to know God’s there. The sun that brightly runs its course, never late, spanning the globe. The moon and star-flung galaxies, stretching the expanse above, showing his glory and greatness. And I look, captivated by wonder, and find comfort that he’s holding it all together. But I... Continue Reading →
This past Saturday, my grandpa would’ve turned 81. He’s been gone for almost nine years now, but he still has a message that needs to be heard. Jerry Neuhart was born in 1937 to Hilda and Frank, in the beautiful rolling hills of Southeastern Ohio. He grew up in the small town of Senecaville and... Continue Reading →
It wasn’t our first drive to the hospital. We’d done it more than a few times to labor and deliver babies. But this time was different. The one thing that always seems to stay the same is that things never go like we think they will. And we can cynically give up our expectations or... Continue Reading →
No one wants to start off the new year with a serious diagnosis. But in January of 2009, there we sat in the family waiting area of the hospital surrounding my wheelchair-bound grandpa. Because of a new series of treatments, he was lucid and we all talked and laughed like we may never do it... Continue Reading →
My in-laws never let us help pick up the toys and mess before we leave their house after a visit. They say it's part of a grandparent’s joy -the packing up and putting away - a liturgy of sorts, to recount memories made, to relive how imaginations had run wild, and to cherish remnants of... Continue Reading →
The kids that used to drive her crazy were mostly grown and now had driven her to her knees instead. And not just them, but this granddaughter she was helping to raise and the ladies in Appalachian Ohio who knew her but didn’t know her Jesus. So, that early morning when I didn’t think... Continue Reading →
Her mom’s black patent leather shoes clicked over and over on the tile as she tip-toed around the kitchen. The quieter she tried to be, the more magnified the clicking was, reverberating through the house like a clanging cymbal. My mom, a teenager about to become a parent, sat in the living room clenching... Continue Reading →
