Religion

Wherever She Goes

Wherever She Goes

Four year old Ivy wants to dance in church. As the pastor’s wife, I’ve been in the habit of sitting on the front row for many years now, and when those guitars get going and that little preschooler starts to want to twirl and kick, well, I spend a good portion of the service talking her down from putting on a mighty fine performance at the front of the church.

The Things We Missed

The Things We Missed

Sometimes I think about how different my mom’s childhood was from my own, not because she was born almost three decades earlier, but because her dad died in an accident when she was only four years old. She lived her whole life without knowing the love of a dad or experiencing the unique ways that good dads tend to challenge and encourage us. She had a good one. But she missed him.

What Will We Do With What We Know?

What Will We Do With What We Know?

An interesting thing about being married for almost three decades is that I have gotten pretty good at predicting how Chad will feel about things. The knowledge that I’ve gained over these years goes far beyond the trivia that when he’s eating a hamburger he likes mayonnaise on one bun and mustard on the other. Or that he likes to hang his freshly dry cleaned clothes facing right and his laundered clothes facing left in his closet. Or even that he’s been taking 20 minute power naps every day since was in his 20s.

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