Live With Flair

I finish a paragraph by Margaret Silf and realize how much I believe it. She writes, “There is nothing on earth that doesn’t reveal some

By accident, I happen to glance down and see a baby turtle swimming in the water today.  As small as a silver dollar and as

I’m visiting my husband’s home church, and I learn from the teenagers about their prayer partners. This church pairs teenagers with older women who partner

I’m reading a line by Margaret Silf in her book, Inner Compass, that helps me understand something about God. She writes: “Imagine yourself as a

“You must read this, Mom!” she insists. For days, she’s been following me around, this book in hand, telling me it’s the best book, her

I don’t want to write this morning.  But I remember that once I start doing something–even if I don’t feel like it–I begin to love

I keep coming back to the same paragraph in Hannah Whitall Smith’s, The God of All Comfort. In a chapter entitled, “Things That Cannot Be

My husband calls me to the garden. “The first blueberry is blue!” he reports. “Already?” We find that first ripe blueberry, and it makes us

Today we venture into all the things we’ve saved for a rainy day.  The movies and popcorn!  Long visits to the library!  Knitting!  Boardgames! We

I arrive at the part of summer devotions where I ask my daughters when they felt most loved. One says it’s when she held her