Live With Flair

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

I’m reading a book about alligators with my youngest daughter, and I learn the definition of a keystone species. A keystone species uses the environment

I’m reading a line in Jamie Zeppa’s memoir from her time in Bhutan about her love of secret places. As a child, she loved finding

The wind whips around my body as I bend down to the strawberry patch. Within only a moment, the garden darkens. I look up, amazed

It’s the last walk to school!  I tell the parents, “It’s the end!  It’s really the end!”  One father says, “Or the beginning.”  It is

Today I have lunch with a dear friend who truly knows how to have a great family. I couldn’t wait to talk to her and