This Nice Lady Isn’t in a Hurry

By: Jenni Young on Tuesday November 20, 2018

Early this year in a grocery store, Gabriel (two years old), was pushing one of those little kiddie grocery carts. He moved it carefully, staring hard at the cart and the ground… and nothing else. That meant that I was pretty much staring at him… and nothing else. “Good job, Gabriel. Now move...

Building Soul Spaces

By: Jenni Young on Tuesday October 2, 2018

In the book, there is an orphanage where a builder arrives to build a new chapel. There is no money for a bell for that chapel, but he builds a bell tower anyway. My mother-soul resonates deeply with the reason why: “Mr. Hickory says when you build a thing you build your purpose into it, and...

What’s Your Name?

By: Jenni Young on Tuesday September 4, 2018

When Isaac was old and his eyes were dim so that he could not see, he called Esau his older son and said to him, “My son;” and he answered, “Here I am.” He said, “Behold, I am old; I do not know the day of my death. Now then, take your weapons, your quiver and your bow, and go out to the...

Faith Like a Child

By: Jenni Young on Tuesday August 14, 2018

My daughter caught a bird when she was six – a perfectly healthy bird. Now people don’t just catch perfectly healthy birds, but Abby is pretty special. Several months before, she had asked me to pray that God would help her catch a bird, and her request sent me into an inward tizzy. (There are...

Married to an Addict

By: Jenni Young on Tuesday July 17, 2018

It was Jay’s sponsor who first gave us the probably well-known picture of what we were in for, of how radically different Jay’s addiction recovery would feel for each of us. He asked Jay to imagine a husband and wife who had ridden out a terrible tornado in a storm cellar, emerging together...

The Other Kind of Grace

By: Jenni Young on Tuesday June 19, 2018

Sammy saw it first. (Sammy is seven and still pays close attention to life’s wonders.) He showed it to me, so I saw it next. We looked at it outside of our window for a long time. And the chickens? The chickens never saw it at all. It was a hawk, perched high on a dead branch, eyes intent on the...