Live With Flair

We drive to the beach to let our children see the ocean. Watching the sea creates that moment of awe I want them to experience;

A few days ago, I saw a real, live blueberry farmer. I met him last year, too. Old and wrinkled–maybe 85 years old–with a straw

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