A Card of Her Own

I am, generally, a very responsible person. I follow rules. I’ve never gotten a speeding ticket. I like deadlines and most of the time, meet them. With one glaring exception: I cannot, for the life of me, return books to the library on time. While I don’t particularly mind supporting the library through these unintendedContinue reading “A Card of Her Own”

Show Business

I’m not always entirely clear on how God answers prayers, especially the very specific “please-let-me-find-a-parking-space” variety. But I’m pretty sure there was some kind of divine intervention this afternoon when I said to myself, “If I have to play one more game of Tickle Monster with this five-year-old or dig this baby out of theContinue reading “Show Business”

It’s Not Chicken Hill, But It’ll Do

The first thing you should know is that I grew up in the flatest county in Indiana. On snow days, we went sledding on a small patch of grass between the cemetery and the golf course that was called – ironically, I realize now – Chicken Hill. I may have low expectations for sledding hills,Continue reading “It’s Not Chicken Hill, But It’ll Do”

Sunglasses at Night: A Challenge

My blogging buddies (and real-life friends) Kerry and Katherine both used my sunglasses-at-night story in recent blog posts and sermons. Kerry used it as the intro to her Blue Christmas sermon in the middle of Advent, illustrating the way grief often fogs our vision. Katherine used it as a way to talk about repentance andContinue reading “Sunglasses at Night: A Challenge”

You people with all girls don’t know what you’re missing.

Before Jonathan was born, there was much speculation about his gender, as we intentionally didn’t find out on the many occasions we could have. The general consensus among the folks at church was that it would be a boy. They based this, apparently, on the fact that I was “carrying high” and that I didn’tContinue reading “You people with all girls don’t know what you’re missing.”