Someone’s Someone: The Hope and Joy of Giving

I stared at the cash in my baby bag like it was a mirage. Where did this come from? How did it get here? I didn’t even have $100 in my checking account when I left for church that morning. Surely, this was not my money. And then it hit me: Someone at my church must...

Leftovers

Not again! I thought as I realized I forgot to stop at the grocery store after my afternoon meeting. I’m going to have to pack the kids’ sandwiches on hamburger buns for the second time this week. The dog nudges her bowl towards me, and I remember that dog food was on...

To Whom Much is Given

For me, being a mom is not difficult. Being a good mom, on the other hand, is extremely challenging and seems to require constant self-sacrifice on my part. The inherent problem with this is that I have an above-average propensity toward selfishness. Do I want to hear...

Support in Time of Grief

My dog, Izzie, died recently after a long and happy life as my loyal sidekick. She was my first adult responsibility, so I often reminded my family that before I had a husband or children, I had Izzie. When she passed away at the ripe old age of 16, I felt like a...