Dear Readers, There’s a story about St. Francis that goes like this: He is ever so in love with the world that he wants to sing. The problem is, he wonders what will happen if no one hears him. An angel tells him not to concern himself with who hears him, but to concern himself with singing because that’s what… View Post

Yesterday I was at a stoplight and I watched a man on a bike zip through the intersection – no helmet, not even checking for cars – his blazer billowing in the wind like the wrong kind of cape. This morning I’m reading that the entire world – every single thing – is covered with God’s majesty. Everything bears God’s… View Post

State Swim Championships happened this month, and Harper did A-OK for herself. I could give you stats, but honestly, I don’t understand anything about any of this. I adore her smile in these pictures. It is unstatable. Which is a word I just made up to say that it is immeasurable. Please note also, that these are screenshots taken from… View Post

“Order a dozen of whatever you want, but I get one,” I tell her. She is leaving for camp this morning for two weeks; driving up North with four friends, and besides prayer, donuts seem like the appropriate send off. “Cake with vanilla icing and rainbow sprinkles, right?” she says. “Yup,” I say. “Because I’m five.” And because a cake… View Post

Wednesday night and I’ve just come back from a run. I am dripping so profusely with sweat it is hard to hold a glass of water. Hadley and Harper are in the living room listening to Taylor Swift and eating cornbread I made to go with the veggie chili I also made but they won’t eat that. They’ll slice a… View Post