New You for the New Year
Ready or not, January is here, and often we want a new you for the New Year. …
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A Birthday Revelation
“And she will have a son, and you are to name him Jesus, for he will save his people from their sins” (Matthew 1:21 NLT). …
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Parade of Thanks
I started that annual practice before they were even old enough to write well. …
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Sisu for God
Apparently, the reading glasses on the end of my nose, my ear buds, a stack of printed pages on my tray table, and an uncapped marker in my right hand, were not strong enough social cues for Nina to get the message: I am not a friendly flyer. …
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A Peppered Salt Discovery
I headed toward the kitchen to check out my mother’s exclamation. She thrusted the saltshaker toward me with a scowl. The tall glass container was half-filled with salt, but as I twirled it, five or six large pepper flakes appeared. …
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Cynthia Mendenhall: Wet Wood Fires
Wet wood does not a fierce fire make. …
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Cynthia Mendenhall: Kaitlynn’s Kitten
“But, wait! Whaa…? Where did that come from?” I was shocked and confused. …
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Cynthia Mendenhall: Olive Oil Dreams
This is the point in the story that forces me to hesitate. If I imagine myself in the widow’s place, and I’ve just been told to gather empty jars from everyone, how many would I return with? …
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Cynthia Mendenhall: My Childish Dinosaur Ring
I was thrilled and immediately placed it on my left ring finger, laughing as I flashed it around as if it was a whole carat of sparkles. …
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Cynthia Mendenhall: Bathtub Tea Party Hope
On a trip north to visit my family, Lydia, in all her audacious two-year oldness, pointed to me as the one to oversee her bath time. With no grandchildren of my own, I hesitated at first, but two-year-olds do not accept an “I’ll pass” or any of the other flimsy excuses I tried. …
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