Italy and I have had some wonderful times together. I hope to reconnect with this lovely country at some point soon, but until then, I want to encourage other travelers to consider acquainting themselves with this land. Let me tell you why.
I could put ten thousand photos here and still not capture all the history that this country offers. Pick a city, any city, and you will find a treasure trove of interesting historical figures and event sites.
There are a few stories in the Hebrew Bible that feature a well or watering hole. If you think about it, they are also very similar stories.
When these people met at the local well, the end of the narrative was a marriage. It seems like this was a common practice in that time and place. There is significance to all of this; after all, a well symbolizes life.
These three stories that end in marriage are all lovely stories, but there is another…
As a Midwesterner, I am perfectly aware that a silent green sky is, more often than not, the sign that sirens are about to scream and clouds are about to begin their disastrous dance in my neighborhood. “Better take cover in the basement,” I’ll say, as I open the back door and step out onto my deck.
More often than not, the neighbors are outside too, so, it’s okay.
As a toddler mom, I am perfectly aware that a silent house is, more often than not, the sign that something bad has already happened. The question is, do you take…
Everyone has regrets. Regrets can be trivial or they can be life-altering. Sometimes we regret eating all the chocolate cake, or sometimes, we regret not eating all the chocolate cake. Sometimes we regret getting a pet and sometimes we regret waiting so long to get that adorable puppy.
I still regret not going to the Netherlands with some friends in 2018. Now the country isn’t open for travel and I don’t know when I’ll get another chance to visit. But this is a regret that I can live with; in fact, it gives me something to look forward to. …
Whenever I need to clear my head, I take Herman Melville’s advice: “Circumambulate the city…”
This isn’t a religious ritual for me, it’s a chance to think or talk things over, to breathe fresh air, and to stretch my legs. Walking just seems to fix things. I’m hoping that all the walking I have done while preparing this article will fix it too. If not, at least I got some exercise.
Walking is something I enjoy wherever I am. I even enjoy walking around my neighborhood. It isn’t as exciting as walking around a foreign city, but it has its…
This seems to be the request of most kids before bedtime. My toddler hardly lets me get away with just one story; he wants dozens every night. Honestly, this request doesn’t go away when you become an adult. How many of you are in the middle of a book, a podcast, or a movie right now?
Hey, you’re reading an article about stories.
We simply cannot escape our love of storytelling. And I have a question about this, “where are all the storytellers?”
“Those of you who are children of God, look back in your own personal life and see…
Voddie Baucham says of the Bible that it “is a reliable collection of historical documents written by eyewitnesses during the lifetime of other eyewitnesses. They report supernatural events that took place in the fulfillment of specific prophecies and claimed that their writings are divine rather than human in origin.”
If the Bible is making all these claims of historical veracity and spiritual significance, then it most definitely needs to be investigated. Can the stories found in it line up with what we know about history? How does its historical veracity impact its spiritual truths?
As a Christian, these are important…
Literally everything takes a thousand times longer and more effort to do when you have a toddler. Trying to make a pancake with a toddler is like competing in a triathlon where you do all three races simultaneously.
Seriously, try it sometime.
This is because toddlers must be held while you break eggs (one handed, of course). Toddlers must also be allowed to climb all over the cabinets while you pour liquids into bowls. And obviously, they must be allowed to jump from the cabinet into your arms while you are maneuvering a spatula and skillet near a hot stove…
I wish we had never parted ways. But, I had to go home and you were needed where you are. I just want you to know I miss you so much.
Here is why I miss you so.
You are one of the loveliest things to behold. That bluish-green sparkle I see when I look at you is breathtaking.
You impart culture and art to all who meet you. Time spent with you is time spent with the sages of history.
You always have something delicious to offer any guest. …
Things can change in the blink of an eye; things said remain and things remain unsaid. You can never go back in time. Why do I forget that life is so fleeting? Why do I forget that I’m like a flower in the grass that is here today and gone tomorrow?
When my dad passed away unexpectedly several years ago, all I could think of was how much I wanted another chance to see him. Sure, I know where he is and that I will share an eternity in heaven with him, but wouldn’t it be nice to have him…
All I can think to say of myself is that I'm always hungry - hungry for food or hungry for riveting stories.