That single tree—a tree I had barely noticed before—was apparently such an obstruction between our homes that our paths had barely crossed. Once it was gone, we saw each other almost every day.

We step into the New Year with faith that each of us can help make the world a little better.

I can’t remember the last time I laughed as much while baking.

Christmas is coming, and bit by bit we are getting ready.

God knows we fail and gives us another chance, in Advent and in Confession.

It’s the third week of Advent, and Christmas—which seemed so far off just a few weeks ago—is looming large.

We were invited to wear ugly Christmas sweaters to a work meeting, and somehow I realized I didn’t own a Christmas sweater.

’Tis the season for Christmas treats, Christmas parties, and Christmas caroling. So why not wrap them all into one delectable, delightful experience?

Nine years ago today we met our older son. The past nine years have been the blink of an eye and yet forever, all at the same time.

The weeks leading up to Christmas are their own gift, offering a time for us to ready our hearts and consider the enormity of the real miracle of Christmas.