Hans is neck-deep in writing sermons for a retreat next weekend. He will be expounding on how our worship of God (or other idols) overflows ...

{a reflection on the collapsed factory in Bangladesh } When I found out about the collapse of the clothing factory in Bangladesh, the firs...

I am weary, O God; I am weary, O God, and worn out. When I read Proverbs 30 for the first time, I could hardly believe that the w...

Even before the first bite of the forbidden fruit, there was ingratitude. Because we were ungrateful, we wanted to be God rather than obe...

I love Avis. She's like a big sister to me. She is also an awesome physical therapist. I had a severe backache when I was pregnant ...

Hans told Emeth the other day that being a missionary is better than being a doctor. Instead of heartily agreeing with my husband, my mind...

crush [ kruhsh ] noun 1. The state of being infatuated. Intense, all-absorbing, short-lived passion for something or someone. 2. The ob...

I love my mom. While I was growing up, one thing I loved about her was that I could tell her anything -- infatuations, bad decisions.....

Yesterday, a dear friend sent me a letter I wrote to her from long ago. I had forgotten about this letter. On brighter days, we often f...

For one reason or another, Emeth talks about heaven a lot. His fascination with his future forever home is intriguing, and so endearing t...

We think we know the story. We have all read it in picture books and heard it in Sunday school: Jonah disobeys, Jonah says sorry, Jonah ...

{and how to get to know people} After my post about how to act around people of the opposite gender , I received a lot of questions abo...

The boys were asleep; the house was quiet. All I could hear was the soft murmur of the air purifier and Hans' fingers on the keyboard. ...

I always have something to prove. It is a disease. A bad habit. I want people to think certain things about me, as though I can control thei...

Hunger. The first thing babies communicate to mom and dad: "I want food, and you." As the years grow, our hunger grows. Our wants ...

Years ago, I had a dear friend who had anorexia and bulimia. One night, very early in our friendship (when I didn't know about her eatin...

Our hearts were full as we drove home from church yesterday. We had just sent three girls off to college with a (not-so-surprising) surpri...

I get my weekly dose of feel-good-about-myself-music in the grocery store. While I shop for food, people on the radio sing about what a wond...

I know, I know. Who knew there was going to be a part 3?! Vampires are so out of style. ( See part 1 and part 2 from last year) In my ef...

In preparation for Easter, our high school Sunday School class is purging -- the closet and our hearts. To help us see what needs to be purg...