God Kisses

I was in so much of a hurry that I almost missed it. I almost missed the moment that left three of us in tears.

It happens at night. The weight. The worry. The prayer. Mulling over that one parenting decision – would it lead our child to greatness? Or

Bruises. Blood dripping down. The kids came in and showed off their wounds with pride. Savannah started, “This one I got when we went up

To the outsider, I looked a little crazy. There I was, running around the lazy river, chasing a 14 year old Haitian boy, his chocolate

They remind me of an annoying younger sibling, if I had such a thing. That excess weight, those pesky pounds, those gentle rolls. Like siblings,

I’ve come to a horrible revelation. I am an Evangelical Christian. I mean, technically, that’s what I am. I looked up the words…. Evangelical: Pertaining

Something about them. With wild abandon, playing out in the ocean. Flipping, twisting, joyful. I throw on my snorkeling gear and race into the water.

My friend could barely look me in the eyes. She had opened the door just a fraction. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Savannah came up on me as the tears rolled down my cheeks. Like any 9-year-old, she wasn’t quite sure what to do. “Ummm, Mom?” I