My soul is sponge-heavy. It’s absorbed enough and soaked up enough and cleaned up enough that all it seem to do is some water dripping. It’s November, which is always more strenuous for my muscle memory (not just because of this, but also this). It’s also the November of a pandemic year. And the November...

I pulled my old quiet time binder out a couple of months ago – the one from those ten years of well-digging and Scripture-studying through my Search the Scriptures quiet time companion book. It’s certainly not the prettiest thing in the world – there’s a printer-paper copy of a photograph I took in college of some...

The beginning of 2016 happened to coincide with the beginning of a brand new prayer journal. I stood staring at shelves of journals in the bookstore one afternoon, taking in my array of options when one cover caught my eye. A design element that was bordered out on black that immediately brought three words to...

You know the adage – you are only as strong as the company you keep. The words have been spoken on the seasoned lips of those who have tried them over again and found them unmistakably and undeniably true. I’m fresh off a weekend with two girlfriends who are the strongest kind of company to...

If you receive my personal letters to your inbox, you already know: I took a little bit of an under-the-radar summer sabbatical these last few months, quietly slipping into our home-haven with this brood to squeeze out every fleeting second of a season that I know is sure to fly by in a blink. All...