The MTV Generation and Real French Food
I want to sit at a French café and watch cheery red bicycles drift by with bouquets of poppies in the front basket. I want to see an impeccably dressed woman with a bobbed haircut a la Louise Brooks walking her poodle (which never ever poops on the sidewalk) and carrying a steaming baguette.
Paris is Pretty but Midwest is Best
You don't hold the prestige of Paris, no. You don't have cobblestone streets or fashion weeks. But just between the two of us, Indiana, Paris can't live up to you when it comes to autumn.
What Do You Want Me To Do For You?
The beggar was so confident of what he wanted. He simply wanted to see. Forget the money he would lose from the people who took pity on him. Forget the disappointment he might feel at things not being as exciting as he had hoped. Forget the other senses being dulled when he received sight. "Lord, I want to see!"
The Temptation of Christ...and Us
I first heard this story as a child, probably accompanied by an illustrated Bible or a flannel board story. Christ being tempted by the devil. It made no sense to me.
Belief vs Action
I know what I am in Christ. I know what I am capable of through Christ. Yet I hold back. I restrain myself. And why - for fear of looking stupid, fear of disappointment, fear of being wrong, fear of failing.
"Dump It All"
The realization settled on me - this was all that was left of her life. Everything she bought, everything she carefully considered and saved up for, every piece of art she had decided to hang on her wall - all of it was gone.
The Delp Women
I am favored beyond reason to be a part of a family with a beautiful legacy of redemption, grace, and intercession.
Happy Birthday, Dad.
Being a pastor's kid has all sorts of implications. There's a strange element about watching the pastor of your church walk around your house in the morning, tuck you in at night, and lose his temper.
The French Horn Player
Isn't it true that each one of us, with discipline and drive and passion, can do things that we have only dreamed of? Why do we dream of things and never move to see them fulfilled?
The Dinner Club.
From a continent away, we will make the same (new) recipe for dinner, share from afar the experience of cooking it, eat it, and then talk about it. What?? We're girls. Girls do silly things like that.
Happy Birthday, Vinita
She goes about her day - brushing the dog, sweeping the floor, playing piano, reading, whatever it may be - with a grace that few others achieve. Not the kind of grace of someone who is arrogant or putting on a show; but the kind born of simple love.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.
- I hear she is great to shop with, but I hate shopping. So, ask my sister or Lyndsay and Rachel’s mom.- She whines about her glasses always being dirty as she is holding them in her hands and rubbing them with her fingers.- She knows every song written by James Taylor, and with most of the hits of the 70s she can tell you right where she was when she listened to it.