Wrinkles in Time, 8 year olds, and Truth…all while trying to do the dishes.

My husband and I were in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner this week when my 8 year old walked in and asked, “But how can we know what’s true?”  That’s a "pay attention" question if ever there was one.  She went on: “Like with IT.  IT told Meg and Calvin that it knew what... Continue Reading →

The Book of Love – Part 3

--I just can't stop thinking of the question, "What story do I live out of?"  In all the areas of my life.  In my exhausted parts, in my broken-hearted parts, in my confused parts, in my angry parts, in my terrified parts.   All those parts are a bit closer to the surface lately than... Continue Reading →

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