This weekend I was at an open mic night as the proud mother of a certain drummer. The event was sponsored by a local youth group and consisted of teens performing cover tunes in the current Top 40. Some brave souls sang song they had written, which were good, but you won’t be hearing them…
I asked my sister Paula Kuzman if I could repost something she put on her facebook page last week about today. Last year for the first time she had a boyfriend on Valentine’s Day, and this year is her first Valentine’s Day with a husband. I appreciated her perspective and thought it would be encouraging whether…
“I just think this is how it was meant to be,” said the young woman as we finished our conversation. She had been telling me about her plans to move into a condo with her non-Christian boyfriend. Her words sounded a lot like another woman who had told me that everything in her life had…
I know that I care how I look, and most women I meet spend a lot of time thinking about how they look too. I know young women that are afraid of getting pregnant because of how it will change their bodies. The last time I visited with my grandmother, who gave birth to seven…
Tinkerbell A poem by Joy Patton I am a tinkerbell. Come to me, I’ll make you well. I have the solution, you will see. Just follow steps one, two and three. I will tinker with your heart And give it back in parts. I am a tinkerbell. I am a worry wart Anxious about things…
Sometimes I get stuck. I know that God is with me, yet I have no idea what He is doing or where we are going. It seems that everywhere I turn, the answer is “wait” and “not yet.” I realized over Christmas break while painting our children’s bedrooms that I am not a patient person.…
While there are some things I like about Christmas, I’ve realized that what I don’t like about December is that it is the month of not enough. Not enough sunlight. Not enough time. Not enough money, Not enough family…. Maybe it’s too much family who make you feel not enough. It seems that everywhere I…
I write about this almost every year because it is such a good reminder to me of God’s faithfulness to me. The “Glorious Impossible” comes from a worship song by Carl Cartee we sing at church during the season. It causes me reflect on all the “impossible” things that God made possible for His glory in the Christmas…
Every year it settles in like a warm blanket. Sure enough when the calendar hits December, fear, anxiety and an overwhelming sense of sadness settle in. I think part of it is the lack of sunlight. This is why I can’t live in Cleveland again: not enough sunny days. Most nights my body tells me…
I wish God would just give me the map for my life that showed exactly what decisions to make and where I was going to end up. I would probably say, “Thanks for the map! See you in heaven!” Then I would proceed through all the checkpoints in my own self-effort. The problem is that…