“You are mine. And I am Yours.” I’m planted, backpack on shoulder; orange purse, too, just there on the step. “You have all of Me. Now may I have all of

On a bright and sunny Sunday, it happened. There we were, sitting up in the bleachers. And there they came, a line of black-robed, tasseled graduates processing into the gym.

“I have so little publishing experience, no college degree, so I’m trying to learn from those around me.” We were talking about writing; covering publishers and brands. Talking things like

She’s telling a story. And this one, it’s true. Oh, it’s true and it’s hard. Lord, who can bear it? Who can even stand up, or get out of bed?

It was in his first year at Bethel as an incoming junior that I was invited to blog for the college, alongside professors and students. This is a letter I

Driving along on the way to church, he chirps it from his throne behind Daddy. “My teacher was happy at me.” It’s the Cheerful Little Cricket, our newest scholar who

Boy, that was fun. When you’re six like me, a kindergarten field trip is a really big deal. I was so excited that Mama said I vibrated for days, I

It reads like a novel. Some days, a tragedy; others, a comedy, but always a volatile plot line. A friend, observing the action, said, “You should make a sitcom about

It’s the Boston marathon. This year, 26,839 people have entered, signing their names to a race that will mean blood, sweat and tears in a 26.2-mile test of endurance. Then

It was the second time through that did it. I’d found it once already, counted it up and gave it back. A day or two later, kneeling on the rug