Milk Cartons, Tears and a Change in Seasons

(In my September post at Inspire a Fire, I reflect on the change of seasons in life and reminisce about the day I sent my baby to school.) Homemade cheesebread with marinara sauce. “Oh no, what if Lewis can’t open his milk carton?” Those were the first five words on the back-to-school lunch menu and…… Continue reading Milk Cartons, Tears and a Change in Seasons

An Open Thank You Letter to John Piper

Dear Mr. Piper, It is 1997. I am 21 years old, and I just hopped into a van with six of my friends to drive 17 hours from Ames, Iowa to Austin, Texas for the Passion ’97 Conference. I have no idea who you are. Just a name and a photo. A middle-aged man who…… Continue reading An Open Thank You Letter to John Piper

Aunt Hildy’s Vision – The Holy Places in Cancer and Grief

  The night before my surgery, I received this email from my great-uncle Marlowe. HILDY HAS BEEN FEELING PUNK THE LAST FEW DAYS AND WENT TO BED EARLY TONIGHT.  I WAS WASHING DISHES WHEN SHE CALLED ME TO THE BEDROOM.  SHE SAID THIS IS STRANGE. “I’VE BEEN HEARING THE VOICE OF MY FATHER PRAYING FOR…… Continue reading Aunt Hildy’s Vision – The Holy Places in Cancer and Grief

Sanctuary For My Soul – The Devotion I Wrote to Myself

January 6th was my deadline for my contribution to the TCW devotional book, Sanctuary For My Soul. January 9th I found a lump in my breast. January 20th I was diagnosed with breast cancer. My devotion quickly forgotten, (along with pretty much every other non-essential part of my life), I was shoved into a daily…… Continue reading Sanctuary For My Soul – The Devotion I Wrote to Myself