
The Things I Took For Granted
In person school.
Hospitals with available beds.
The peaceful transfer of power at the end of a presidential term.
Three things I took so for granted at the beginning of 2020, I didn’t even realize I took them for granted.

The Thrill of Hope
The thrill of hope
The weary world rejoices
I see the lyrics in devotional emails and on social media and blog posts. I write them on two chalkboards over my desk. The words have been stuck in my head for weeks; it seems like the official Christmas carol of 2020.

The Sun Comes Up
Most mornings, I wake up to a sweet three year old voice standing at the side of my bed excitedly announcing “Mommy! Mommy! Sun come up! It’s morning time!”. While I am not a morning person and am often not quite ready to wake up yet, I can’t help but smile at the excitement my son has each morning when he discovers that once again, the sun has come up and it’s a new day.