This Morning I Sat Down at the Table With My 22-Year Old Self

This morning I sat down at the table with my 22-year old self.  She drank ginger peach black tea with cream and sugar.  I drank darjeeling, black.  We met in a cafe, the kind with classical music and the pleasant hum of conversation in the background.  The people sitting next to us wondered if we…

Family and Flexible Vision

I wish that I could find a (nonexistent) journal entry from back when I was in college where I said something like: “Ten years from now, I can see myself…”  And then I described the vision of my life.  The vision I had before marriage, before kids.  Wow. That would be good for a laugh….

Slow Work

God is doing a slow work in me.   So many days it feels like nothing is happening.   Like my life, which once seemed so useful and productive, is making zero impact on the world.  The days when life was defined by an impressive string of accomplishments are lost somewhere at the bottom of the laundry…

On our 12th Anniversary

Today is our anniversary.  We met in the fall of 1999, dated for three and a half long, confusing years, and married on a beautiful spring morning just like this one 12 years ago today.  I hoped I was doing the right thing.  I prayed I was doing the right thing. There is no one…

Home

Life is starting to settle back into a rhythm for us.  The baby is almost two months old now.  Since she was born, a lot has happened in this house.  We sold our vocal booth, which has been taking up a third of our living room for a few years now.   We were given…

Time

You can’t slow it down.  No matter how much you want this moment of just-after-rain-shimmer, when the baby is still sleeping and the kids are still in the backyard, preoccupied with the change of the world under the influence of a spring shower, you can’t keep it.  You can’t stop it.  You can’t slow it…

Longing

Longing.  This word won’t leave me alone.  It first jumped out of the pages of Mere Christianity (by C.S. Lewis) a few weeks ago, and since then, it has worked itself into every book, every movie, and every mini-drama of my life.  The word itself can give me the feeling.  (((Do you know what I mean?)))…

Waking up to the Miracle

I had an amazing experience this week.  It is hard for me to tell about it, because I had to look into the face of suffering to see it.  But I want to tell it.  I have to tell it.  I am bursting to tell it. On Monday, I went to visit my niece, Marti…

Being Home

I spend a lot of time at home.  About 85% of my life happens behind the closed door of our brightly-colored, overflowing-with-laundry, two-bedroom house.   My husband and I and our four children (ages 6 and under) share every room.  Our bedroom is the hangout spot during the day, the living room is where we teach…

Now Booking Shows for Valentine’s (and the upcoming year)!

Hello, friends. After a couple of months of getting things  back to “normal” around here, we are excited about sharing our music and playing shows again.  Randy is itching to play the upright bass, and he has a surprise up his sleeve that I am not currently allowed to reveal…  : ) If you are…

Miracle of Miracles, and a Modern Metaphor for Faith

I am nearly in shock. I hardly know how to articulate what is going on in my heart right now.  We have seen a lot of miracles–large and small–in the course of our marriage and through the process of recording this album.  They have always been right on time, right when we needed them most….