Category: Count It All Joy
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All Shall Be Well…
I’m thinking about silence. This belief about being quiet. This world. This day and age is so loud. So noisy. We constantly have something to distract us. A computer in our pocket, a portal to anywhere and nowhere. Every quiet moment. Every space of waiting has been filled with screens. Internal and external noise. This…
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Chairs of Faith
I had a rough morning. A shock to the system. A bit of bad news that jolted me. Right as I had pulled up to my son’s school. It was the last day of school. And I was supposed to speak. About faithfulness. To a room of fifty, fresh-faced, summer-excited kiddos. All looking to me…
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Jelly Toast
Let’s talk about mom guilt. You know what I’m talking about… we feel guilty because we work. We feel guilty because we don’t work. We wonder if we are the helicopter parent and try backing off. Then our kid gets hurt and we feel guilty that we’re not involved more. Not to mention food, sleep…
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A Boat of Ceaseless Prayer
I had a Red Sea moment. A mountaintop experience. You know what I’m talking about. That time when God rescues you from an abyss. He delivers you unexpectedly. Maybe it’s a clean bill of health you didn’t expect. Or a near brush with death and you realize the only way you survived was because God…
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The Unspoken Rules of Boys
Living in the great, white north, there’s about a month or two when my son boards the bus in the dark. The temperatures hover around 0… Fahrenheit! I bundle up in snow pants and my lumberjack hat.
Dinah Kay 