Poor communication doesn’t disconnect souls. It’s the disconnected souls who poorly communicate.

Losses do that. One life-loss can infect the whole of a life. Like a rash that wears through our days, our sight becomes peppered with black voids. Now everywhere we look, we only see all that isn’t: holes, lack, deficiency.

The prayers we weave into the matching of socks, the stirring of oatmeal, the reading of stories, they survive fire.

Instead of giving someone a piece of your mind, it turns out far better if you give them a piece of your heart.

The book [ One Thousand Gifts] took just over a year to write, on the fringe hours, early and late, around home educating 6 kids and farming and blogging.

We live in a broken world - and for the life of me I can't get it all right. But Jesus takes all our broken messes and He makes them, by His grace, into a mosaic of grace.

I started blogging in 2004, light years ago on the Web. And I began because I have this handicap - I can't figure out my life or see God clearly unless I untangle my life again with words.