I was supposed to be on a plane today. I knew what I was going to wear, what was going in my carryon, how I was going to breeze through the TSA pre-check line, how I’d figure out the car rental process at the California airport. I was looking forward to dinner with a woman…
At the End of the If
I left my house today. It was just for an hour and just for a quick two-minute drive to my husband’s empty office at our empty church building so I could have a quiet conversation with a podcaster via Zoom. But, it was odd to leave, even after just a few days of social distancing….
Of Love, Sacrifice, and Toilet Paper
I didn’t buy toilet paper. I bought six pounds of rice and seven pounds of dried beans. I bought bouillon cubes and a couple extra sacks of flour. I stood at the grocery store and surveyed what was in the carts of other shoppers as I contemplated how far I could make ten cans of…
Way Down at the Bottom of the Cross
A few weeks ago at church, we sang the old hymn, “Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross.” I’ve always liked that one because the reprise is essentially a plea to remember the gospel every day until we see Jesus face to face. In the cross, in the cross/be my glory ever/’til my ransomed soul shall…
The Measure of a Year
As of this month, I will have spent an entire year in the book of Matthew with my Tuesday Bible study group. I have loved digging deep and going slowly through Matthew’s gospel. A whole year drinking down the life and ministry of the Savior while He walked the earth. The more I look at…
The Word is a Scalpel
The first time I picked up a scalpel, I was fourteen years old and standing over some poor dead creature in the biology lab at my high school. It was a frog, I think. I had quite the enthusiastic anatomy and physiology teacher. We moved from frogs to sharks, then squid and cats. (Yes, cats.)…
Every Stitch
I learned to knit about ten years ago. I watched dozens of YouTube videos to master the basics of casting on, perfecting the basic garter stitch, purling, casting off, and binding off. I’ve never stepped much outside of basic patterns, and I’ve never knitted anything that wasn’t a square or rectangle. Though I’m a very…
An “I Love You” Family
Ours is an “I love you” family. We tack on the phrase to our sentences like punctuation. “I’ve got to run to the store. I love you!” “I’m heading to bed. Love you.” “Be careful driving. I love you.” I didn’t know this wasn’t a universal practice until I was in middle school and realized…
Prayer for the Wandering Mind
I longed to be a faithful “prayer” for many years. My grandmothers were both known for their thriving prayer lives, but I discovered that sadly, faithful praying is not a genetic trait you can inherit. It’s learned and practiced. Essentially, I wanted to be like them without actually being like them and putting in the…
The More You’ll Pray
The first time I went with my friend to her chemo infusion, I couldn’t stop looking at all the people. So much suffering in one building where everyone lines up for the poison that both cures and kills. A lot of bare heads, a lot of face masks, a lot of stubborn, steady hope that…