June 9
Sabbath Paradox: Finding Peace When Rest Day Feels Exhausting
Orange juice on the white dress before church, and the honest struggle of finding peace on the day that is supposed to be restful.
Autumn · October
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Essays
June 9
Orange juice on the white dress before church, and the honest struggle of finding peace on the day that is supposed to be restful.
June 9
Letting go of the perfectly presentable home and discovering that genuine hospitality starts with an open door and a willing heart.
June 8
My teenager was sprawled across the floor with his head on a couch cushion while my second-grader was drawing a horse on the agenda paper.
June 8
The coloring page was still on the table when I sat down with my coffee. It was a drawing of Jesus with sheep, half-finished, with one sheep colored purple.
June 8
The friend showed up ten minutes early, and I was standing in the kitchen holding a dish towel and a half-eaten piece of toast.
June 8
I found a LEGO piece in the rug on a Sunday morning. I bent down to pick it up and found three more scattered under the couch.
June 7
The pancakes were burning. I could smell it from the hallway where I was trying to help my toddler find her other shoe.
June 7
He asked me at the kitchen table, right in the middle of dinner. My teenager looked up and said, 'Mom, what if I am not sure I believe in God anymore?'
June 7
I spent three hours cleaning for a play date once. I vacuumed the living room, wiped down the baseboards, and hid the pile of mail in the pantry.
June 7
The crayon was melted into the carpet. I sat back on my heels and looked at the red smear and thought about how I had just vacuumed that spot.