Capax Kitchen
A few years ago we started dreaming of the possibility of renovating our 1970’s kitchen. Last fall we pulled the trigger and ordered the new cabinets. So exciting! Early in January, we started demolition (yes, we’re doing this all ourselves)–pulled down all the “bulkyheads” (as we like to call them) and tore out all the old cabinets. Goodbye 1970! We were making room for the new. So exhausting!
Let It Go
When our daughter was growing up, she hated birthdays. While the presents were fun, she would often cry, lamenting that her age number had changed. She mourned the loss of her clothes that she had outgrown and felt that throwing anything away was a betrayal. Even at two, when it was time to give up her pacifier, she cried and said, “I don’t think I’ll make it, Mommy.”
Watch Over Me!
Once again, we are hit with the exposure of a major Christian leader who has engaged for decades in deeply egregious and sinful behavior, abusing his power and spiritual authority over those who trusted him. The ripples of pain are being felt throughout the world. By his victims. By other victims of similar abuse. By those who trusted him.
Don’t Drop Me!
They were friends, those Five. Committed to each other. And in hearing rumors that Jesus was nearby—having just returned to Capernaum from a whirl-wind trip filled with lepers, demons, and miracle healings—they came up with a brilliant idea.
Stand By Me
As I sit looking out my window in the middle of a grey, cold, Hungarian winter day, weather is on my mind. And I’m thinking about how we often compare friendship to the types of weather. Fair-weather friends. Foul-weather friends.
You Crack Me Up!
You know how you get a song bit stuck in your head—an earworm? It’s never the whole song, right? Just a phrase on an endless loop going round and round, popping into your head at the most inopportune moments in an especially annoying form of neuronal high-jacking!
