My Word of the Week: End
Somehow, this fall has turned into a season of beginnings for me. Read more
My Word of the Week: Wither
Its fall, when leaves wither on the vine and our lives begin to wither at the prospect of winter. It only makes sense if we remember Spring will come again. Read more
My Word of the Week: Full
It’s such a small little office, really. Two rooms plus the powder room. The place felt full most of the afternoon Read more
My Word of the Week: Count
It’s always about this time every year that I grow wholly grateful for life in ways I wish would stick with me through the year. October is my birth month—a birth so many moons ago I begin to lose track. But October also is my death month. At least that’s the story I thought I was living nine years ago. Read more
My Word of the Week: Strings
On Sunday during the Bible study I lead at church, we were talking about grace. First, we defined grace in our own words, and most of us came up with some version of “a gift from God we don’t deserve.” When I asked the group why people have a hard time receiving grace, we all agreed that generally people are suspicious of free gifts and would rather just know what they owed so they could pay back their debt. Read more
My Word of the Week: Reveal
On Sunday, my stepson came up to me at church before the service started and asked, “Did you write another book? Grandpa said you wrote another book.”
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My Word of the Week: Can
On Sunday, my church celebrated 50 years at our current location. The church itself, the ongoing stream of people worshipping together year after year, is more than 180 years old. Both milestones feel significant to me, since both exceed the entirety of my life.
My Word of the Week: Dime
Sometimes, life turns on a dime — for bad or for good. Read more
My Word of the Week: Here
Over the past few days, I’ve been in three different states. I’ve seen Lake Michigan from three sides. And I’ve driven (or ridden) more than 700 miles. Read more
My Word of the Week: Running
Recently, I decided to start running again. Since I was in elementary school, I’ve been an occasional runner. I am one of those strange people who actually like running, and in each season of life, in every location I’ve lived, sooner or later I start running again. Read more