I was a bitter clinger. My womb was barren. My marriage was rocky. The exile from our church hurt. I was resentful of those who blocked my chosen path and my hands held fast to my good plans. Frustrated and discontent, I huffed my way through the wilderness. I was not meek. Then I Met…
Maybe this one beautiful life is a grand unpeeling, humbling, coming down. Maybe this is the gift. Onion-Peeled Me The layers keep coming off. Parenting peels. I can’t count the judgmental, “My child would never do…never say…never those grades,” layers that have been stripped away. Three years ago I couldn’t have imagined. Time froze the…
There are good reasons people choose not to adopt. I heard a lot of them. But this week, we celebrate adoption day. Don’t Force The Duck Think he’ll like the duck? I wondered aloud. No idea. We’d never done this before. Jim was as clueless as I. But I had followed the agency directions and…
Can what is effortful be graceful, too? I would have thought them opposites. But after gazing at this bumblebee, I wonder. Because exertion and elegance were together on display. And I think they often stay together in the way of faith. Exertion And Elegance A Taming Grace is the working title of “that meekness book”…