On Creativity, Callings, and…Childbirth?

What if I fail?

What if my labor doesn’t get appreciated by the world?

What if my contribution won’t bless the world as I pray it will?

…Dirt Don’t Hurt

“Mama, stop,” my son said. “You need to rest.”

I shrugged him off. “I’m not tired!”

“No, Mama, let us! We can do it!”

I ignored him. The sun and the dirt felt so good. Well, the dirt drying on my hands was kinda fingernails-on-chalkboard. But so worth it.

Review of Deep Undercover

It’s unnerving, realizing that KGB operatives openly communicated in plain sight on American streets, oftentimes transmitting information about American citizens and their families. It’s heartening to think how God directed so many steps to lead this spy to peace and rest.

Letting It Go

He flipped the phone to the couch, his head pounding. God, why does he bug me so much? What do I do? I hate how I hate him, but I can’t stop. He doesn’t care about my forgiveness, so how can I forgive?

The Memory of the Just is Blessed

I smiled and didn’t tell him his friend was also the craftsman of our family paddle. “Yes, Daniel. Brother Joe gave that belt to David Alan a long time ago. Did you know he’s in heaven now?”

Dan gasped. “He is?” I nodded. For once, Dan was silent – for a minute. Then, “I don’t think I’ll go to heaven when I die.”