The morning sky painted orange and blue. A friend to run with. The waitress knowing my coffee order before I even sit down at the table. Working from home. A midday walk in the…

This morning started with a spoon. Not a big thing—just breakfast. My oldest didn’t want to get up. He said he was tired, even though he had already slept in past and time was…

As a runner, I tend to notice any “race” verses I come across in Scripture. This week one in Acts caught my attention: “However, I consider my life worth nothing to me; my only…

“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.”— Annie Dillard Most of life is made up of ordinary things. Dishes waiting in the sink. Emails that need replies. Laundry…

He climbs up onto the spinning chair. She pumps the lever and raises him up.The man-child, all teeth and sweat and scraggly hair. I worry about the buzzer—whether its vibrations will trigger a meltdown.Little…

I never realized how quickly a tree bloomed. My whole life I have never been one to be still. Always moving, always producing, always proving my value and worth. Keep me around. I will…