Very Good

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 →

Bold City Weakness

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 →

Outshining the Sun

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 →

You Can’t Whip God

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 →

Beginning, Again

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 →

Cleaning Up Messes

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 →

Pedal to the Metal

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 →

Waiting for the Main Course

In those comfortless days, although at the time my eyes couldn’t see it, my hands couldn’t touch it, and my mouth couldn’t taste it, God was answering my prayer for “a sign of [his] goodness.” (Psalm 86:17) He was teaching my heart to hunger. Learning anything is a lengthy process and takes time. Although I... Continue Reading →

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