Kelli

I think, "I will write today. A poem, a story, a line or two." I wake slowly. Make coffee. Fuss with my hair, and say a little prayer for Sunday. We drive down Willowcreek, get there early. Welcome them in, lead across the hall to hear, sing, remind them of His love. Share a "look" with her when our thoughts match. Back to our room, pages to color, blocks to build with, a high-five for a good answer. A smile when the other asks, "Can I have a high-five too?" Coffee refilled, we enter the...

There's something nostalgic about summer and remembering driving kids around to activity after activity: sandy, half-soggy, loud little kids, always hungry. Which reminded me of this post I wrote years ago after we traded in my minivan. I miss the van and I miss those days (sometimes): I remember pulling away from the dealership in the minivan fifteen years ago, turning around and looking wistfully at my dark green Jeep Cherokee we had traded in...yes, looking wistfully. I didn't want a...

As part of my job over the past four years, I have read upwards of 100-150 church history biographies, books and articles about missionaries, pastors and various Christians who served the Lord in what we would call Big Ways. What started standing out to me was the parents of these church history figures. I'm a mom of three young adults and - leaving them out of this for privacy's sake - boy howdy, has being a parent been the biggest part of my sanctification. It's been a blessing, yes, but...