Back in 2000, my friend Dana, a Biola colleague at the time, gave me a book for my birthday that proved to be formative to my creative process, affecting all my subsequent writing. It’s not a narrative, a faith-based read, a writing manual, or an imaginative story, but rather a compelling collection of art journals

Though many details have yet to be worked out, a move is imminent for us.  So we have decided to start the packing process, filling a box here or there each day.  We hope this will reduce the mad rush right before a moving date when piles of belongings get frantically and unsystematically stuffed into

While Jessie and I were in the bathroom at Starbucks, my little lady was singing her heart out. “I like the way it sounds when I sing in here,” she stated, noting the fabulous bathroom acoustics.  A few seconds later she asked, “Hey mama!  Will you take a video of me singing?” “Okay, Jess,” I

The other day, Jessie woke from her nap crying.  Seeing as this is quite uncharacteristic of her, I went up to her room to investigate. “What’s wrong, Sweet Pie?  Why are you crying?” In between her heavy sobbing she snorted, “I—I—I wish I—I—wish I had a Snow White dress!” Trying to keep from sniggering at

Reader Question from Anonymous: Do you ever doubt God? Do I ever doubt God? All the time. I have so many doubts.  Sometimes my doubts are fundamental questions about whether God even exists.  Sometimes I doubt whether he intervenes in this world.  Sometimes I doubt whether he cares about me.  Sometimes I wonder whether Christianity

Fifteen years.  Today is fifteen years since Drake and I stood at the altar, committing to walk through the ups and downs of life together ‘til death do us part.  I’ve read how the quindecennial anniversary marks preservation, longevity, and abundance.  It is intended to commemorate treasured time as it’s flying by with clarity and

Sometimes I am blown away by the audacity of people and the ease at which they are willing to deceive for their own interest. As stated in my previous blog, we received information last Friday that our home of almost five years, the home where Judson took his last breaths, was sold back to the

Last summer Drake and I were discussing our home when I mused, “I don’t know how I could ever leave this home when so many memories of Jud are connected to this place.  I’ll probably have to be forced out.” Little did I know as those words left my lips, circumstances leading up to that