Dan’s warm palm cupped my shoulder and shook me awake. “You’re having a nightmare. You were crying.” I turned to him for a quick cuddle, then slid out of bed to let him sleep. My heart still raced and the sadness still felt more real than the softness of the robe I...
In my house, it’s labeled “Mommy Radar.” I’ve also heard it called intuition, body language fluency, or BS detector. It comes from years of being tuned in to the emotions and subtleties of my kids. It was heightened and honed during the crisis years. That time may...
I long to be in the presence of God. So many times I have imagined myself there in first century Judea, sitting on the hill listening to Jesus teach, walking with Him to the next town, sharing a meal with Him and His disciples. I wonder what it would have been like to...
The text made my heart pound. “I just need to tell you before you find it and freak out.” My college freshman had been home for three days over Easter weekend. The text came on Tuesday, twenty-four hours after I had hugged him goodbye in the parking lot of Dunkin...
“Such a weird little club.” Three of us stood in a little huddle in the far aisle of the church. Earlier, I had asked for prayer from a few people for Nicholas, who was in the hospital again for depression and suicidal thoughts. My son always gave me the...
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