I enjoy heights. Even though I’m no hardcore hiker, I love a good vantage point. I first learned this when I helped my dad tear off old shingles on our three-story house.
There is something indescribable about an elevated view which lets you collect a tiny swath of a larger perspective.
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Near the end of the book Little Women, the March family celebrates a joyful reunion after much separation and heartache. Laughter, tarts, hot biscuits, and a wedding to discuss. The young and old rejoice in being together once again in the Orchard House.
But our heroine Jo March — no stranger to restlessness — feels an ache amidst the merriment. Much has changed since they had last gathered.
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This is a story of childhood adventures, God’s answered prayers, and birthday traditions.
Friends are just important. There is a reason we love stories like David and Jonathan or Anne and Diana. But what if you don’t have one?
Continue reading “The Friend I Asked God For”
I’m not sure what your Sunday mornings before church are like, but I’m going to guess they aren’t always angelic. Because mine aren’t.
I would like to say they consist of a full two hours of sipping coffee and prayer journaling at my kitchen table, with morning sun and a vase full of roses nearby. Leftover quiche and plenty of time to spare to curl my hair.
Continue reading “Five Prayers for the Drive to Church”
A normal winter morning. I was probably supposed to be sweeping the kitchen floor or doing my math at the table, but I paused when a flash of red caught the corner of my eye.
Posted on our family fridge was a fancy invitation:
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