The trees outside the kitchen window stand tall and bare, almost in quiet reverence. Their empty branches give evidence of seasons, and they testify to the reality of death. For all of us, so much has died this past year - previous patterns of life, plans . . . people. But for the believer, death … Continue reading through the valley, to the table

We had just returned from living overseas. We were staying with my parents and waiting until I gave birth to our fifth child before officially making our next move. I would walk their neighborhood often - with a baby in the stroller and a baby in my belly - and I would sometimes see a … Continue reading it’s all true