“Would you push me,” a first-grade boy said to my husband, Ed. “I won’t push you, but I’ll teach you how to swing,” Ed said. “But I can’t swing by myself.” “You can. I’ll show you.” The last few weeks we’ve looked at love, joy, peace, and patience. Now, let’s …
How do we hold on to joy in the midst of trials? It was December 17, 1997. Mom was going in for a hip replacement—a routine surgical procedure. I had come home a day early from Key West to be with Mom the night before. We spent a quiet …
The blood orange slipped from my fingers, destined for my feet. I swooped it up off the floor, rinsed it, and continued peeling. Seconds later, it slipped out of my hand again. This time, I caught it against my leg before it made it to the ground. Hold on to …