A double stroller rolls in front of me through the cool of a spring day. Two girls in dresses walk…
This one’s mostly for friends, but easiest way to post. Today I got a microphone in the mail to use…
The morning was hot, sticky. We finished up at Walmart and picked Daddy up from the workout place, where he…
The beet is shouldering. Shouldering—growing, rounding, pushing its back up and out of the dark underground and into the air.…
He’s scooting across the floor on his little diapered bottom. He’s headed for the bathroom because he sees one…
I eat him with a spoon in big, meaty bites when I spend time studying his explicit words to me. But I also get to taste him in creation—maybe with a straw. Sips of refreshing, implicit truth about who God is, sips of pleasure straight from his hand. I can be nourished on this part of God’s revelation as well.
I slipped between the sheets and rested my belly between us. She turned towards me in the dim light. I…
Hair wisps over her ears and into her eyes, straight and the color of straw. Her hands are fat…
[Note from Tilly: Finding myself pregnant at Christmas for the third time, I’ve committed to do a short advent devotional…
I always had a strange recurring thought during the jobs I’ve held over the last fifteen years. There was…
