Today, I would like to tell you about my dad, and I can’t think of a better way for you to get to know him than by showing you a note he wrote me many years ago. Poems beginning in “Roses are red, violets are blue” were to my dad’s side of the family what…
My three-ring notebook contained 14 songs, and I carried it with me last Friday and Saturday, to accompany vocalists for the high school district music festival. Then at church on Saturday night, I had to laugh at myself. Fourteen times that weekend, I had heard adjudicators preach good breathing techniques to my students, so when…
Put yourself in my place, as my hands hovered over the computer keyboard. I was writing my first contact to an editor. Do you know how long I spent checking my email to her? She wielded a red pen for a living, and I was terrified of spelling something wrong or of making a grammar…
I’m reminded, as I teach high school every day, that what seems very simple and easy to me can feel complex and impossible to my students. I wonder if the same is true in my conversations with you, as you try to know God. So this blog post is for the beginner. I want to…
“I was thinking,” he said, after I turned out the light. “Maybe on Sunday we could hop in the car and go use that gift certificate to have lunch. A Valentine’s date.” “Are you sure?” I said. “You’ve been so tired. I think maybe you need a more restful day at home. And I don’t…
I watched her grow up, but over the Christmas break I sat across from her and saw a young woman with a deep love for the Lord. God had spent months impressing something very special on her heart, and she was just about to leave her family for a few weeks to cross the pond….
Last night I posted a picture on Facebook of my new Dutch oven, so I could thank my mother-in-law for the wonderful Christmas gift. In the bottom of the pan I had onions, carrots, and celery being sauteed in oil, as a soup base. A friend commented on my lovely mirepoix, and I knew what…
When our kids were little, I read Growing Kids God’s Way, by Gary and Anne Marie Ezzo, and learned an excellent practice for teaching my kids how to politely get my attention when I was talking with someone else. My child would come up to me and put his hand on my arm or leg….
Well, has your December calendar worn you out yet? If you’re coming into Christmas tired of soul, here’s a word of encouragement that I wrote a few years ago. It just needed some dusting off, and I think the message still fits. Merry Christmas to you, dear friend. Merry Christmas. I like a thick ream…
For the next two weeks, I’m taking a rest from writing and am enjoying the holidays with my family. (Isn’t it good to rest from our normal routines?) But I have pulled up a few blog posts from the archives and have enjoyed tweaking them a little. I thought this was a good one to…
It was a simple assignment. To be honest, I thought my students could use some no-brainer activity as we wound down toward the holidays. In their more academic classes, they were facing finals and end-semester projects, so I thought I could make life easier in the world of Spanish. So there were 25 Spanish sentences…
I stirred in bed, because my throat hurt. His hand reached out and rested on my shoulder. If I am restless in the night, always the weight of his hand finds me. “Rest, baby,” he says to me with a gentle touch. Strong hands. When our daughter was little, every night her daddy went into…
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