PEACEFULLY His

“Shhhh!” Johnathan urgently whispered. “There’s a fake man sleeping in my room!” My then-four-year-old caught me off-guard with his instructions. On the one hand, he was adamant that everyone in the house conform to his imaginary world; on the other hand, his own words betrayed him when he described the man as “fake.”    IContinue reading “PEACEFULLY His”

IMMOVABLY His

I am experiencing an intense love/hate relationship with cooking right now. I oscillate between the blissful, therapeutic, rhythmic chopping of fresh vegetables and stirring of pots and saucepans, to absolute dread and anguish at the mere thought of planning and preparing one more meal. I’m reminded of my mixed emotions the time a young JohnathanContinue reading “IMMOVABLY His”

HOPEFULLY His

I finally decorated my Easter tree today. I’ve had a hard time mustering the energy and determination to do it. For me, Easter is about celebration — specifically, celebrating the resurrection of Jesus. In light of the current state of our sick and quarantined world, I haven’t felt much like celebrating; therefore, I haven’t feltContinue reading “HOPEFULLY His”