Return of the quiet time

my quiet time chair

When our children were babies, I thought I would never have a quiet time with God again. It seemed unthinkable to encounter a moment of silence that I would not want filled with sleep. But for the past few weeks, I’ve been finding myself sitting in this chair in the early mornings, reading the same passage from Luke over and over. And looking forward to it. Continue reading “Return of the quiet time”

When lies are fun

We aim to be truthful with our girls (for example, about the Tooth Fairy and “Santa Claus”:/news/2010/stumbling-over-santa/), but we know that sometimes a fib can be fun. Indeed, the girls know me well for telling outrageous lies just to check whether they’re paying attention. Well, today they had some magical, imaginative fun — all prompted by a babysitter’s lie. Continue reading “When lies are fun”

Journaling in the round

I’m a journaler. Ever since my teenage years, I’ve kept a journal. It was a place to record my thoughts, my prayers, and my angst-filled adolescent longings — but it was intermittent. I would write in it only sporadically, when the need for self-expression got particularly intense. Finally, though, I devised a sustainable way to keep a daily journal, and I’ve done it now for twelve years. Every. Single. Day. Continue reading “Journaling in the round”