I never imagined being a writer. But I am a lover of words. I can’t help scooting to the edge of my seat when you share a story. And I’ve never lost that twinge of excitement that comes from opening to the first page of a book I can't wait to read.

Recently I re-found a book I read a decade ago, when I began writing, called Writing Down the Bones.

She looked at me so strangely I wondered what she could possibly be thinking. So I waited as she stared at me with full eyes, as if her whole soul were gathered right there looking out the “windows.”

Then she said,

“You know, one thing I can’t get over this whole weekend is that you are so full of the joy of the Lord.
It flows from you and is so evident. You don’t see that very often, and it’s a beautiful thing.”

Whatever I thought was coming, I never expected that!

Have you ever stopped to listen to your home?

Maybe you pause in the middle of dinner prep and suddenly the “simple sounds of life” grow loud in your ears: the fridge humming, your teen walking upstairs, the microwave whirring, the neighbor’s car door, a cheerful bird in the tree outside, the puppy scratching his bed to get comfy, your hubby opening the garage door…. Sounds of home.

Our hearts need little reminders of God’s love.

What’s the best “yes” you’ve ever received?

Official approval on the house you're buying?
A job or promotion you really wanted?
That friend agreeing to go on an epic trip with you?
Acceptance into a special group or community?
An opportunity you dreamed of finally happening?