With Your Hands
I’m watching a man signing a worship song with his hands. Watching him worship with his hands made me think about my own hands. I
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I’m watching a man signing a worship song with his hands. Watching him worship with his hands made me think about my own hands. I
My friend sends me an article where the authors ask, “What makes a teacher great?” They present the classical concept of “Philoxenia,” a new Greek
I love falling leaves, and for several seasons now, I’ve tried to capture them descending with my camera. But something extraordinary happened yesterday: a leaf
I know it’s a silly thing, but I love making dough with yeast. I love oiling the bowl and setting the round ball (in this
I am honored to have written a guest post for Jennifer Dukes Lee (my writing friend from TheHighCalling.org)! My piece is about how I always
I’m finding new strength these days. Even on my hardest days (they don’t seem hard anymore), I know how to draw on some truths in
My neighbor has a food dehydrator (it just sits on the kitchen counter and makes this little humming noise while it’s working). I have never seen
My friend presents me with the most beautiful cobalt blue Cross fountain pen–the kind with the ink cartridges that you pop in (I love that
I tell my daughters that, although they can’t stand each other now, one day, they’ll be the best of friends. I hear them bickering upstairs
My youngest daughter (who gives permission for me to share this story) has been battling severe test taking anxiety. She can make herself sick with