For the Freshmen

Yesterday was move-in day at Moody. This morning I am in my office, watching a thunderstorm roll through and preparing to meet a new class of freshmen for New Student Orientation. I spent much of my (long, stormy) commute praying for them. And as I pulled into the parking garage, I remembered the prayer that I wrote last year at this […]

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It’s World Adoption Day!

In honor of World Adoption Day, I’m re-posting this piece called “Island Time” about the long, yet necessary, process of adopting our daughter Amelia. ISLAND TIME “Time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.” –William Faulkner Our official wait for our daughter Amelia began on […]

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For All the Freshmen

They arrived today. With their baskets of bedding and their neat stacks of notebooks and their brand new jeans. They came to our campus with their snarled up stomachs and their wide wet eyes and all of their hopes and dreams. They arrived with their siblings and parents and friends, who filled up their fridges and helped settle their stuff. […]

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The Worralls on Whole30

Here I am, sitting on a pile of pillows in a bathtub at The DeSoto House Hotel, Galena, Illinois (circa. 1855). We’re in room 203, with its soaring ceiling and grand windows and slanted floors. It is 4:30 a.m. I’m sipping black decaf coffee that I made in the little hotel pot. And the rest of my precious family is […]

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A Father’s Day Surprise

  I love it when a plan comes together. I particularly love it when that plan involves surprising Peter Worrall. He is not easy to surprise. Or maybe I am just rubbish at keeping secrets. Whichever it is, more times than I can count, he has figured me out and blown my cover. On Sunday, though, I managed to get […]

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the-baby-wait

I met Meredith last month when Peter and I spoke at a young marrieds’ retreat in Gull Lake, Michigan. During the Saturday evening session, I spoke from John 11 about Mary and Martha and Lazarus and Christ. If you’ve done much reading here at This Odd House, you’ve probably picked up on how much I love that chapter—what it shows us […]

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Not-So-Good Friday

Originally posted on This Odd House:
? 12I don’t mean to say that I have already achieved these things or that I have already reached perfection. But I press on to possess that perfection for which Christ Jesus first possessed me. Philippians 3:12 ? Good Friday at This Odd House started out “pretty good.” The kids were home from school, and the LOML was home from work. We all cuddled in the big bed for a bit. I squeezed in a short run on the treadmill. The LOML Skyped his mum in England. Then around 9 a.m. he kicked me out of the house—in the best possible way. Told me to walk down to the Hidden Pearl, our new fabulous neighborhood coffee shop, to write. I protested for a moment. Amelia (2), true to form, had just sneaked a yogurt and smeared it all over the sofa. But the LOML offered to clean it up and insisted that I go. I know this odd book isn’t going to write itself. I know I need to capitalize on every writing opportunity I have. So I went. And it was good. Very good, in fact. The Hidden Pearl was crowded on Good Friday morning, but eventually the place cleared and I was able to claim my favorite table by the window. I was able to soak in the spring sun. Sip my decaf café au lait. And write. About Mary and Martha…

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