“Wrap it tight. Like a burrito.” I pushed blankets under his sides with the force of straight fingers until only his nose and eyes peeked under cacoon-like sheets. “There. A Ty burrito ready to be gobbled up.” And then the stinker wriggled his hands free and pulled me next to him, playing with the charms on my white bracelet, spinning …
Out-of-the-Box Worship
Mom, come look. They tug my arms and usher me to the backyard where behold our weathered patio table and benches have been transformed into a blanket-draped fort. It’s The O.S.S. – Our Organization of Secret Spies. They beam at their work, as if they just completed the final construction detail for the Empire State Building. As they invite me inside, I bend …
Truth and Becoming Original
Last April, Bryan and I were perusing a bookstore in sentimental San Luis Obispo, where I was drawn to The Beloved Works of C.S. Lewis . Blinded by the cover’s gold letters shining on ‘heaven’, it no doubt hit a close-to-home topic those days.