“Boy, this place can go from 0 to 60 in 5. Seconds, that is, which is as long as it takes for the bottom three to hop out of bed

“Who will take me?” he’d wondered aloud, sitting beside me in a darkened auditorium. “Shall I walk?” I’d laughed. “Oh, no. Daddy or I can take you. We’ll make sure

Old year, chapter written. New year, fresh, untouched. “All is well.” I remember the words He’d whispered at the cusp of another new year.  “All is well.” No matter what

That’s what I told a few of my closest friends on Facebook yesterday. I was kidding (sort of), but I wasn’t lying (not at all).  Even as we speak, the

Standing there in the light of the tree, I open it up. Little, my helper, leans forward, eager to see. I lift the protective covering, and there they are, the

Jesus in skin, receiving the needy, a line of humanity bedraggled stretching before him. There, the woman bent with an issue of blood that had kept her weak. Behind her,

He was born, the child was, at 24 weeks’ gestation. Just a handful, really; a mere feather on the scales. One pound, 8 ounces it read when they laid him

Well, that was an interesting week.  While the rest of you were going about your daily lives, trotting to work, riding shotgun on the kids and paying your bills, this

I’d texted in a panic. That quick, she’d called, hearing me out and walking me through. Then she said it, the nugget-truth that turned on the light:  “He always intercedes

Oh, goodness. If that wasn’t just the lesson He’d been teaching, my Sovereign Instructor, for months, years. Doors yet closed. Praising, sacrificial. Wait time, long, and what to do out