pile of scarecrow

God’s Craft Fair

I am 11. Mother’s latest craft phase resulted in box after box of creepy dolls. A table full of painted, beady eyes stare at the passers-by as they weave through the craft fair labyrinth. Mother’s dolls smell like glue, yarn, cheapness, and desperation. They stand there in stiffened cotton dresses, all sad and homely. I

brown wooden upright piano inside the room at daytime

Our Value

Rachael prayed for a piano. It is funny, sometimes, the things we pray for. We appeal to God for health, success, provision, and other noble asks. We approach him on behalf of neighbors, family, friends, and the guy on the corner with a piece of sharpie-etched cardboard that says, “Please Help”. All those things are

silhouette of people standing on brown wooden fence during sunset

Merry-Go-Round

The hero always wins, right? We desperately want that to be the truth. We watch those movies and read those stories. Somewhere in the midst of it all, we start believing a very black and white narrative for how life should go for us too. Clean living leads to a full and blessed life. Wild

black flat screen computer monitor

System Maintenance For Our Life

If you have ever worked with computers, you have more than likely had to open the task manager to force close a program that is hung up for some reason. If we could open a task manager for our brains, the list of things running would be staggering. Our productivity takes a hit on a