How Job, Dorthy Sayers, Jeremiah, and I are all but fragments of One.
In second grade, my teacher read us a novel called Snow Treasure. In it the children of a small town that has been invaded by the Nazis pile the town's treasure of gold bullion on their sleds, ride their sleds down the hill toward the shore past the Nazi barracks, and bury the gold under comical snowman. … Continue reading The Real Treasure in the Snow
The farther I fall the more I grow. I look like lace, but inside I'm dirt. I'm soft as a feather, yet colder than stone. I'm seen more in multitude than alone. And just in case it's not obvious enough. The answer is a compound word.
God spoke oceans, lady slippers, galaxies, amoebas, and platypuses into existence with simple generalized words. “Let the waters under the heaven be gathered together unto one place.” “Let the earth bring forth grass.” “Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven.” “Let the waters bring forth abundantly the moving creature that hath life.” … Continue reading Dusty Hands
Why imperfect cakes are still delicious.
Because science hasn't eliminated God.
This year, I have been doing something that I have never done before, celebrating Advent all December. I have a book with daily Advent readings that I am reading (The Greatest Gift by Ann Voskamp). Additionally, my fellow students and I met most evenings the last few weeks to sit in the dark around a candle, … Continue reading Still Waiting