living in light of eternity
Perhaps the Lord is doing something. One spring day in 2018, Michael and I went to Denver’s Botanic Gardens on a date. We’d read about a job opportunity that intrigued us. For so long, Michael sensed a tug to shift from pastoring to teaching, but always with a "wait for it..." sort of caution in... Continue Reading →
After tomorrow, when we say "she was born in the 20s," we won't mean Gatsby and flappers any more. We're here, on the crest of a new decade, and who knows what cataclysms of history we're about to face? So much is unknown, so much is out of our hands, and yet "in your book... Continue Reading →
A poem for Christmas.
I am so excited to announce that my second book, Sparrow: Cultivating a Sabbatical Heart, is coming to shelves near you in less than a week! What grace, that God would take a very difficult season and turn it into a blessing—not only for our family, but for anyone who needs to know that there... Continue Reading →
It is Saturday, not yet noon, when the doorbell rings. Jehovah’s Witnesses. They come by every other month or so, always catching me off-guard—dressed in my yoga pants to clean, or midway through cooking up a weekend brunch. They come in pairs, or threes, wearing suits and ties, dresses and patent leather shoes, bright smiles... Continue Reading →
It’s a book for people with a passion for justice. For readers who love a well-told story. For students with a hankering for history. It’s a book for folks who want their life to count, but worry it won’t. For would-be world-changers who wonder how to invest their time and energy. For those who would... Continue Reading →
This past week two of my kids had their last first day of school. Our son, Joshua, is a senior. Our daughter, Abigail, just a junior, is nevertheless on track to finish a year early. No more rushing out with forgotten lunches, no more parent-teacher meetings, no more number two pencils. This year is a... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I posted a poem. Most of my people aren’t poets, so I feel the need to explain. What is a poem, and why would I write one, and why would I share one, imperfect as it is? Why do I bother to read poetry when I’m not a poet—and why would I say I’m... Continue Reading →
A poem for the Abbey.
We came to England for two reasons: first, that my husband could log long hours of research for his PhD, but second, that when he had finished (I use the word loosely), we could rest and recharge. Fourteen years we've been church planting, but we'll return home to a new season. This mini-sabbatical is our... Continue Reading →
Catherine's Letters 