Five Minute Friday: be

B: the letter on the board for my pre-k kiddos this week, the beginning of books and also the beginning of boys. The biggest boy has begun to read, and leapt from beginner to actual reader, fingertip tracing the lines, whispering out the more complicated words, though we’ve only technically arrived at short e. He’s…

not a chance

Yesterday morning I sat in a coffee shop and wrote of God’s goodness in all the details of life. I wrote: “Did God have a moment of inattention that led to whatever thing is hurting you today? Not a chance! I must insist that this, even this, is kind design. He is good, thoroughly and…

Five Minute Friday (on Saturday): chance

Nearly nine years ago, in this coffee shop, I reintroduced myself to a friend of a friend, whom I’d met a few years before. It was one of those I-know-who-you-are-and-this-is-starting-to-feel-awkward things. Anyway, today he stayed home with our four boys to give me a little time on my own. There’s one view of our story…

God’s storm

It was our first tornado warning in our new house. Thunder always makes third-son cry. When it starts to rumble, we have a storm catechism of sorts: Who makes the thunder? God. Is God bigger than the thunder? Yes. Does God love you? Yes. Do you need to be afraid of thunder? No. You are…

The day of the Lord

Our ladies’ Bible study is walking through some Old Testament prophets, and it has fallen to my share to moderate the discussion on Zephaniah 1: judgment upon judgment. The Lord announces that He is coming to judge his unfaithful and idolatrous people, to sweep all things away on a day of such terror that mighty…

Home for Christmas

My five year old, though he’s never seen a white Christmas, started the season expecting snow for the holiday. Instead, the day surprised with a warmth unusual for even a Mississippi Christmas: the kind of breezy warmth that defined my own childhood Christmases in Florida. Now, 800 miles from where I used to run the…

Five Minute Friday: morning

The sleuths were on the job before seven this morning, trampling up and down the house in safety glasses and sun hats, peering through magnifying glasses for clues, and waiting beneath the attic door for robbers to emerge. They were not quiet. The other morning it was music: drums, shakers, tambourines, and an untrained pianist.…

Five Minute Friday: lift

He holds up his dimpled hands, and I bend to hoist him over the bump that is his brother. Sometimes recently, with post-COVID fatigue and an irritated pregnant hip, it’s a struggle to lift myself, let alone a thirty pound toddler. But he buries his face in my shoulder and squeezes his arms right around…

particular rain

The rain is falling all around, It falls on field and tree. It rains on the umbrellas here And on the ships at sea. —Robert Lewis Stevenson Children watching rain. I hear them in my van’s back seat wondering at how the drops travel up the windshield but down their windows, and I remember the…