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Fear, Love, and Truth in the Time of COVID
About three weeks ago, I was working with my youngest as she learned to ride her bicycle (with training wheels) confidently. She was afraid and struggling, and in my encouragement to her, I heard the reminders that our Heavenly Father gives to us – “Do not be afraid. I am with you.” I sat down… Read more »
Stories That Shape Us – The Day I Went to Jail
My friend and I pounded on the wooden walls of our cell, insisting that we had been wrongfully imprisoned, begging to be released. We had long ago realized that the dim lighting in the cell prevented us from seeing anything clearly. The wooden slats of the cross bars allowed minimal sunlight to filter into the… Read more »
Snapshots
At one point this summer, our lives – our reactions, our love, our joy, our despair, our confusion – were perfectly captured in a series of snapshots taken by a dear friend. The candid shots were taken unbeknownst to my husband, my mother, my daughter, me, or any of our friends sitting near us. Once… Read more »
Stories That Shape Us – The Princess and the Pea
How did I end up here? Our days can drift along as quietly as a slow, calm current ambling downstream. The branches overhanging the banks of our lives rarely vary; the view remains fairly similar – safe and familiar. But then… the river turns a bend and rapids appear. We find life is now dangerous,… Read more »
Stories That Shape Us – What Came Before
All children love stories. Particularly those stories about mother getting into trouble, or father forgetting about his math homework, or, best of all, how mother and father met. These stories shape and define our understanding of our family, of our culture, of how we fit into this bright, cold world we are all born into…. Read more »
Stories That Shape Us – Coming Home
My very first memory involves a sense of being – of being home. Before I turned four years old, I had lived in four different houses, in two different states, in two different countries. Perhaps all of the moving in those four years withered my parents’ sense of wanderlust because they have never moved again…. Read more »
