seated with giants…
I vividly remember reading Jack and The Bean Stalk on my trundle bed with my dad when I was about eight years old. He would hold the book with his right hand hovering above our heads while I laid on his left arm like a pillow. He animated his voice and used baritone...
sermon prep, guest posting, and partnership…
Two and a half years of marriage is the litmus test of normalcy. No longer do we dispute about who left the toothpaste cap off the tube or the right way to hang toilet paper. Nope, now our conversations are mature, honest, and oh-so-real. We joke about how I...![i [heart] albuquerque…](http://www.biancaolthoffarchive.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/Screen-Shot-2012-12-12-at-9.15.40-AM.png)
i [heart] albuquerque…
Like a weathered pair of boots. Like a morning bed. Like a leather glove. Somethings just fit well. From the moment I touched down in Albuquerque, New Mexico to the moment I flew away, I felt like family. To be honest, I didn’t know if it was commonplace to...
prayers answered…
Warning: I may get uber spiritual right now. Just bear with me. I don’t like when people get super mystical about prayer. I never have. I can vividly remember a lady from church acting like she was telling ghost stories when she would recount prayers being...
I’m a writer and teacher in love with two men: Jesus and my husband, Matt. [You might not find this funny, but I laugh at myself, so it all balances out.]
