When I was two years old, my family moved to a new town in New Jersey. My parents opened up the Yellow Pages in search of a church to attend and decided on the Baptist church. I imagine they dressed me in my Sunday best, including patent-leather shoes and white tights or ankle socks, backed the car …
Sunday
photo credit I’m not saying that I have this all together, that I have it made. But I am well on my way, reaching out for Christ, who has so wondrously reached out for me. Friends, don’t get me wrong: By no means do I count myself an expert in all of this, but I’ve got my eye on the goal, …
Going There: The Pen Pal
The idea for “Going There” came about as a result of the 31 Days In My Brown Skin series I wrote in October, 2012. (You can read those posts here.) The series generated a lot of valuable dialogue, and when the thirty-one days were over, it felt as if the conversation wasn’t done. So, I invite you to …
8054 Pear Street
I was born in Germany, nearly 49 years ago. My dad was in the service. He flew helicopters. Cool, huh? My dad is my own, personal superhero. He and my mom were young and almost as beautiful as they are today, and they lived a long, long way from home. I'm their first child, so having me when they …
Sunday
Looking for The Sunday Community? This week, it's being hosted by my friend, Jason. Be sure to click over and link up! You'll love Jason, and I'm so thankful to him for agreeing to host this week, as H and I travel to Germany! Photo credit. Click here to link up. …
Random Ash Wednesday Thoughts
...from last year... I am always rushing. Always running just a bit behind because I'd rather lean my hip against the counter and watch the coffee brew. I'd rather gaze out through the kitchen window and watch the way the light slants in wide patches across the snow. I'd rather take my time. I'd …