I admit it. I like talk radio. I’m not one for podcasts, I like the odd documentary, and I stopped watching the news about the time my twins were born. But I still love to listen to talk radio. I grew up cutting my teeth on the likes of Rush Limbaugh, John MacArthur, NPR, Dr. Laura, and Paul Harvey. In recent years, my listening has broadened to local radio pundits, Al Mohler, Ben Shapiro, Alistair Begg, and Dr. Tony Evans….
As I’m writing this, my family is preparing for another loss. One of my favorite uncles, fondly referred to as “UB” hasn’t been doing well and we’ve been told it’s only a matter of time until he is no longer here. It’s hard for us- we will miss his banter, his wit, his humor, and his wisdom – and at the same time? We’re praising God for taking him Home- where there’s no pain, no politics, no senseless anger. But…
Hot black tea (always Lipton here!), a little sugar, a little cream. A small (or big!) slice of cake. Take out the fancy plates and cups because they should be enjoyed, not just sitting gathering dust on a shelf waiting for the perfect moment. A good book, with a simple plot. Or maybe it’s you quiet time with God. Hopefully something that takes you away from the stress of the day and gives you some space. Talking with your kids…
Wade in the waterWade in the waterChildren wade, in the waterGod’s gonna trouble the water It was a song we learned back in junior high. I was in 7th or 8th grade, attending a public school and we had one of those all-school choir festivals. The soloist stepped up to the platform and sang out in her rich alto tones, taking everyone’s breath away. It was a song that was sang by slaves in the American South. They sang many…
The Context:We heat our house by wood-burning stove. It’s old-fashioned, but we like it. And it suits our pocketbooks. Tonight, we put a fire in, and our smoke alarm went off. Okay. Odd. Closed the dampeners, and realized that the fan we have blowing the air away from the stove was actually turned toward the smoke alarm. No problemo. Easy fix. When we installed the stove, we learned what to look for, and I probably went a tad overboard by…
As I type this, I can tell you, it’s been a week. Not my personal best. I’ve been struggling with a cold that seems to want to go straight to my chest, and three of my four daughters are right at the age where they want to express themselves and assert themselves in ways that could be termed “extreme.” I remember being that age. From age 11 until 15 I was so unsure of myself and had so many hormones,…