Live With Flair

Late last night, my husband and I listen to the remarks following Sandusky’s guilty verdict. I’m not as happy as I thought I’d be. I’m

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