Remember the New Easter Dress (N.E.D.) tradition? My mom was a big believer. When I was little, every Easter she not only had pretty new dresses for me and my sisters, she also got us glossy patent-leather shoes. (White. They had to be white.) Plus a Sunday hat and—picture this—gloves. Tight little white gloves. Decked … Continue reading The N.E.D. Tradition →

Of course, God cannot fulfill all my dreams. Sometimes my dreams clash. Read on. So.  I was loving life in Ireland. I relished working at the OM office, being a part of that community of different ages and nationalities, sharing hunger for God and passion to talk about faith and Jesus. It was great to … Continue reading My Irish Dream, Interrupted →

Sometimes I drive on the wrong side of the road. It happened recently. In a quiet neighborhood, I turned onto an empty street, and for a few moments I was toodling along in the left-hand lane, which every American knows is the wrong side. As soon as I realized it, I pulled over. I know … Continue reading My Irish Dream →

For about eight months now, I have started most days by writing down three things I thank God for. So this morning, after waking up on ‘the wrong side of the bed, the wrong side of the room, the  wrong side of the world’ (Thank you, Sara Groves, for that great lyric.), I  searched through … Continue reading The Ox is in the Ditch →