I am confident that everything I have to give to my kids is never enough. All night long, they ask for things, all the things, every single thing. Just one more kiss. Just one more hug. Just one more song. Just one more book. Just one more game of tag. Just one more slow gathering … More Just One More
I got a soul that I won’t sell, And I don’t read postcards from hell. – The Wood Brothers It’s been about a year and a half since I wrote this post, “Crazy Jesus Parables and Dead Pigs.” In hindsight, it’s a rather cryptic post. I don’t give any context to why driving out demons … More I Don’t Read Postcards from Hell
It’s the morning of V-Day, Henry woke up at his usual 6 a.m., and as I rolled out of bed, I began my usual scroll through last night’s Facebook posts. Lots of posts about people’s kids being their Valentines. And then I remembered. Nope. I did nothing for this holiday. I’ve decided that maybe I’m … More Love Means Buying All the Things
Tonight as I wrapped Christmas presents for our family, I watched Serendipity, a movie in which two characters, John and Sarah, meet one Christmas, separate and then spend the majority of the movie looking for each other whilst being engaged to be married to other people. They chase fate and destiny in order to overcome … More After the Storm: A Better Love Story
It is the darkest day of the year. Folks in the northern hemisphere will see just nine hours and thirty-two minutes of daylight today, and if you are here in Ohio, that light is blocked by a thick layer of clouds and rain. Time is short to spread the light, to let the light shine … More Advent Day 21: We Are Outraged!
Let’s talk about sex. Ba-by. My Kindle essay, “The Valley of Achor,” is about obsession, infatuation, and love. It is about sex and faith and God and mercy and redemption. I have thought so much about these things ever since I prayed at 18 that whatever was causing my period to be two weeks late would … More Damaged Goods
My lovely blue-eyed seven-year-old daughter giggled. “Bad people go to the devil when they die,” and my charming bow-tie and button-down-shirt wearing son giggled, too, “Yeah, but we’re going to heaven because of JESUS.” I stuttered and stammered, “Well, it’s true that Jesus saves us,” I said, “but I’m not sure about the devil. It’d … More Bad People Go to Hell and Other Parental Panic Moments
Last night, we went to Bull and Bones Brewhaus and Grill in Blackburg, Virginia (look at that nice alliteration… it’s even a poetic location) for karaoke and drinks. Brandon asked me what moment is most memorable for me from the last ten years together, not counting our wedding day and the births of our children, … More Most Memorable Moment: Ten Years Later
Oh no. That’s what I thought to myself as the clock ticked closer to the cut-off point of a clip from Jerry Maguire, this morning’s edition of the At The Movies series at our church, seconds closer to when I had set the video up to automatically shut off, right before Cuba Gooding, Jr. announces, … More Just Call Me Sarah "All Heart" Wells
Today, a short essay I wrote appears on Brevity, a journal for brief nonfiction, called “Field Guide to Resisting Temptation.” I wrote this essay after it occurred to me for the first time that I could be the one to screw up my marriage. Even though my husband and I had talked about temptation abstractly, about bar scenes … More About "Field Guide to Resisting Temptation"