WOMEN'S MINISTRIES BLOG

I’m a little slow on the up-take. Sometimes, a day after a conversation, I think, “Wait a second, what did she say?” Then I realize I should have asked a question or clarified what was being said.

The other day I counted and realized I’ve lived in seven different neighborhoods as an adult. I remember each time, moving into a new neighborhood and hoping to do better at being a neighbor.

AN EVENING WITH JILL BRISCOE: Friday May 3   Women: please join us for a special evening featuring internationally known speaker and author Jill Briscoe, musical guest Emily Hamilton and dessert, Friday May 3 at 7 pm in the Commons. Jill communicates effortlessly with women from 18-98 with her life story, humor and passion for Jesus. Last May, we included a video featuring Jill as part of our summer series and it was…

As I write this, I have a slice of raisin bread in the toaster. It’s a Saturday morning, I have the house to myself, the sun is shining, the air is cool, and—ding, my toast just popped up, warm and cinnamon-y. I’m full of good things.

I grew up with the last name White, and drove around in a Suburban with a personalized plate that read “WHITE.”

Listen, sometimes you think you’ve got life nailed down. You’ve got plans, and things lined up to make them all work.

As I ran back and forth in the chaotic flurries of my own house, back when my fourth child, Annika, was needing my constant involvement . . .

One night at the dinner table, our kids started asking fun questions. The rules were that everyone had to answer and no commentary was necessary.

Those who know me know this is one of the—if not THE—hardest times of the year for me.

[My brother] Bruce, [my sister] Suzie and I have marveled these past few months at Dad’s affinity for wooden clothespins.