Heading, now, toward the coffee shop in the predawn darkness, ready to start a new day and a new column, I heard the whisper. “What is it that you want?”

It came on an ordinary day, the missive did.  Somewhere around nine, an envelope of white with a stamp in the right upper corner was quietly dropped into the box

“Lord, please let me go see the babies.” It’d been almost three years since we’d been home (that being the wheat fields of Kansas), and I was feeling it.  My

For nearly four years, I’ve been writing about – well, life.  Life through my funny eyes.  And for nearly four years, you’ve laughed along.  You’ve cheered our ups (potty training)

Dear writer’s block, How I loathe thee. How thou complicatest my life, causing days of anxiety, nights of unrest, shingles, hives, and the twitch in my left leg. I toss

“He’s gonna find out who’s naughty and nice.  Santa Claus is comin’ to town.” Just coming off a crazy summer with 4 sons (ages 21, 18, 12, and 5), there’s

I’d uncovered the general categories of my gifting, but where did they fit?  I didn’t have a clue.  All I knew was it had something to do with “encouragement,” “exhortation,”

  Boy Two had found four large mirrors at his dad’s office and had schlepped them home.  “What in the world?” I’d said, finding them atop the dryer.  He’d grinned

Of mountains.  Of miracles.  Of Monday papers.  Of great, big dreams and a time tomove.  That’s what’s on my mind this morning. It’s column day today.  Driving to the coffee

It was Lee, our friend from church who’d burst energetically into our lives some years back.  An empty nester, she’d adopted us, pulling us right into her heart and life,