What Our Ancestry Can and Can’t Tell Us at (in)courage

What Our Ancestry Can and Can’t Tell Us at (in)courage

Before Christmas, many things I wanted to upgrade or try for the first time went on sale. It takes a strong will to resist a good sale, and I succumbed to purchasing two: upgrading from a yearly subscription to a lifetime membership on an editing software I use, and...
The Ministry of Breaking Bread at (in)courage

The Ministry of Breaking Bread at (in)courage

One of our daughters got married on a lovely day in October. Preparing for it long-distance was a challenge. She’s lived in Florida since 2022 and the wedding took place here in Georgia. We missed out on the fun of planning together face-to-face, and the thought of...
Overcoming Our Natural Instinct to Resist Correction at (in)courage

Overcoming Our Natural Instinct to Resist Correction at (in)courage

When writing, I’m private about my work. Even though it eventually goes out into the world in a book or an article, if someone walks into the room while I’m writing, I’ll put my computer to sleep or shut my laptop. While working on my first novel, however, I...
When the Culture Promotes Negativity, Let’s Be Counter-Cultural today @ (in)courage

When the Culture Promotes Negativity, Let’s Be Counter-Cultural today @ (in)courage

I paused in the middle of a writing session to open a new tab on my web browser. After years devoted to nonfiction, I’m twenty thousand words into the rough draft of my first novel (it both thrills and terrifies me to type these words). The differences between genres...
This Day I Will Not Forget at (in)courage

This Day I Will Not Forget at (in)courage

My son sat in our living room with Bibles spread on the floor around him. He and I discussed translations, commentaries, and Study Bibles: the tools we use to interpret God’s Word. We talked about things like how I think 1 Corinthians 13 in the KJV reads like poetry. ...
Living Our Best Year at (in)courage

Living Our Best Year at (in)courage

After three weeks of hospice care, my mother quietly passed away in her own bed, surrounded by friends and family, on my 38th birthday. She never met the youngest of our eight children, much less their future spouses and the great-grandchildren she could have known in...

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