Most days, my house resembles something from Barnum & Bailey; I have a front row seat to my three-ring circus. With two German Short-Haired Pointers (who are indoor and outdoor) and a Tabby cat, the entertainment never ends. Truthfully, I’m not sure how the house is still standing. There should probably be a “Pet Clause” […]

I’m not big on social media. I’m the stereotypical 55-year-old woman because Facebook is where I typically land. I haven’t fully embraced Instagram and I don’t even have TikTok. But a friend recently sent me something that continues to make me smile. She introduced me to the “We Do Not Care Club”. The brilliant woman

It’s been apparent for quite a while. That nagging feeling just kept hitting me. One year ago, I had come back from Speak Up in Grand Rapids and I was a few weeks post op from my very unexpected total hysterectomy (due to an incidental finding of a mass in my ovary). Getting back in

I’ve likely said it too many times to count. Either out loud or just in my mind. But either way, it’s wrong. “At least I’m not as bad as she is.” “I’ve never done anything like that before.” You know what I’m talking about. You’ve done it, too. We all have. Whether we’re Christians or

I had decided to take an extra day off. July 4th fell on a Friday, so I could make a nice four-day weekend by taking Thursday as well. The first thing on my list was sleeping in. You should know that sleeping in for me wouldn’t necessarily equate to sleeping in for someone else. Still

Three years ago, Tobi Hough and I embarked on a somewhat spontaneous adventure. The Speak Up Conference in Grand Rapids, Michigan, was going back to an in-person setting after Covid and we wanted to be there. With hope in our hearts, knots in our stomach, and two suitcases full of anxious anticipation, we set the

Every day there are little things. Little things that seem insignificant at quick glance. Little things that don’t seem to make an impact one way or the other. I’ve been just as guilty as the next person. I’ve overlooked and underestimated the value. I’ve shrugged it off or even dismissed it. And then I get

“Aslan is a lion – the Lion, the great Lion.” “Ooh” said Susan. “I’d thought he was a man. Is he – quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion”….”Safe?” said Mr. Beaver….”Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”― C.S. Lewis, The Lion,

It was this window and these curtains. That’s what did it. We mocked the original image that the curtains were made off off, cut down a temporary board, and purchased some cheap knobs. And that’s when it happened. Every couple has some epic moment of intense fellowship (I don’t remember who I heard say that,

Another Monday at work. Another day of sordid news headlines. In the midst of one more frustration with a patient, one more report of evil, or someone yelling in the produce section, it would be easy to become overwhelmed. So we came home, fixed a few fresh salads, washed some fruit for snacking, did the