Old Truth For Today

A lot of people stop celebrating birthdays once they become adults. Not me. I love birthdays — and not because I want attention or enjoy being the center of the room. In fact, I really don’t. What I love is what a birthday represents. A birthday is an invitation to gather the people I love and celebrate the simple, profound truth that God has given me another year of life. Another year. As I turn 35 this week, I am reflecting on another year of mountains and valleys. Another

Total, absolute quiet. It is so rare in a house with two young children, in a fast-paced culture, with long to-do lists. I don’t often get the chance to just sit and enjoy being still. Enter Michigan winter. Day after day after day of white snowfall blankets my world in quiet. Roads become impassable, and schools, churches, and businesses close for the day. We are given the opportunity to just be home—to enjoy the white, clean, fresh, silent air. It’s nice. This winter in Mic

“I found money!!”  my son exclaimed, proudly holding up a grimy penny he had discovered on the asphalt. He was thrilled to drop it into his piggy bank at home—completely unfazed by the fact that it was worth only one cent. Later that evening, I said to my husband, “I wonder how often anyone will even find pennies anymore now that they’re being discontinued. Maybe someday we’ll be more excited about them.” How much like life, I realized. We are quick to discount the “one-cent”