Sunday morning typically reigns as one of peace and joy and above all else surprises. Two Sunday’s ago was of no different. I was deep in the midst of worshiping my King when my five year old decided he wanted to write something down on his small pad of paper. ...

“You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb.  I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; (Psalm 139: 13-14). Imperfections. That is all I used to see when I looked into the mirror: Eyebrows too thick, nose to thin, and way too ...

Winter is coming to Iowa soon. I feel it with the first fallings of snowflakes as they dance and glide past my windshield preparing my mind for the next phase of the changing seasons. The bundling up of the kiddos, hats, mittens, scarves, boots, and the all-inventive snow pants. Finding ...

A rapid rip or a slow steady peel? What category do you fall into when removing a band-aid from your wound? Do you grab ahold of the edge and pry away the sticky surface as fast as possible, or do you prolong the separation from skin to plastic severing with ...

I need an emotional filter. One that I could place gently over my heart whenever I felt the pitter patter of my aortas increasing, my palms beginning to perspire, or the pressure on my chest starting to rise as I withhold the tears inside. I could also use a filter ...