Last Monday night, I launched myself into a veritable frenzy of cooking. Veggie. Two desserts.  Muffins.   But no main dish.…

Mornings at our house start at about 5 am for me, 5:15 am for Sarah and 6 am for Steve. As soon as Steve gets up, he pours coffee into his travel mug and leaves for the church to pray. (He and another guy meet there every weekday morning for about an hour.)…

I worked eleven hours Saturday, twelve hours yesterday and put in another five hours this morning. And so you know what I told my boss (and also, my husband) a few minutes ago? I told him I was going home and that I would not (repeat NOT) be coming back to work today. And you know what he said?  He said,“Great idea!” I just love…

Being a pastor’s wife is not for the faint of heart. While it is a wonderful calling that brings me much joy, the responsibilities of it are downright sobering.…