From the wealthy, to the unborn, to the hurting, to the poverty-stricken, God has placed a value on human life far above any other piece of his creation. This month a group of guest-bloggers will share a variety of stories that will cause us to think about the amazing value of life. Thanks for joining our Sanctity of Life journey. *** My first guest blogger is Alphonsine Imaniraguha. Though we have spent very little time face-to-face, we have grown a bond online. I have had the privilege of sharing pieces of her story on this blog and the honor of editing…
My following devotion was the December 31st reading in The Secret Place devozine winter 2013-2014 issue. The Right Answer Society seems to script certain questions for each new life phase. We ask high school seniors about their college plans. We ask newlyweds when they plan to start a family. We ask stay-at-home moms what they are going to do to fill their time once their youngest children start school. I have fielded all of those questions; most recently the last one. Each time someone asks, “What are you going to do now that your baby is in school?” I feel…
A mansion. A stormy night. A cast of quirky characters. No telephone service. A murder. Another murder. Nowhere to go. I don’t know if Cecil Murphey did it on purpose or not, but this book made me want to watch the movie Clue. A group of people relatively unfamiliar to one another are summoned to the dinner party of a wealthy man who is privy to information that could lead to the ruin of each and every one of them. I’m not gonna lie, as I read, I envisioned the dining room of the Clue mansion. The 317-page book was…
I had the honor of guest posting for Noah at A Transplanted Life today. The following is the first few paragraphs of my story. To read it in completion, hop on over to A Transplanted Life . From the Outside Looking In I remember the day Carter started kindergarten. The eldest and most timid of my children, I can say with certainty his first day of school would still rank somewhere in the top 5 if he kept a Terrible-Horrible-No Good-Very Bad-Day list. That was a long day followed by a long difficult year of adjustment. But he got through it. I remember the…
There’s nothing like sleeping beneath the Christmas tree. At least that’s what my boys think. I love their annual tradition of spending a night each December under the tree with their daddy.