Author Archives: Angie Dicken

A Mom I Met

Sometimes, I meet people and learn bits of their story…at the store, at a traffic light, at work, at school. They are often unexpected—the stories I hear—but I am rarely as moved as I was this week during an encounter with a stranger.

Water’s Eve

It seems, when we are out and about, near the coast or in the heart of the wood, most souls trek toward the water. We stand there, look in, look out, look up.The water draws our attention to the sky, doesn’t it? The surface dances with the light, swirls with the color, and absorbs theContinue reading “Water’s Eve”

Reprieve

My daughter and I were arguing before I snapped this photo. It was a signal to surrender (my words, not my parenting decision). My husband often tells me I say too much in conflict with my teen. Once is enough, and I don’t need to explain myself. But I can’t resist the need to makeContinue reading “Reprieve”

Christmas or Nativity

Truly, we find ourselves in the season of holidays. While I once demanded this season is only about one holiday—Christmas—I can’t help but see that, more and more, I was deluded by a cultural message ingrained in me. Power, dominance, my way, or else… More than ever, marketing schemes have banked on Christians inserting theirContinue reading “Christmas or Nativity”

My encounter with a human

I would never move my family across the world unless I knew it was highly advantageous for their well being… honestly, I have looked into it. I have done quick searches on job availability and researched the lay of a far off land. It is way more daunting than I have energy to consider seriously.Continue reading “My encounter with a human”

Finding Happy (when it is fleeting)

Yesterday morning, my husband and I walked through a farmer’s market then crossed a bridge and wove our way down quiet streets, around traffic cones and construction fences, and along a river to a Japanese garden. I wish my imagination was grand enough to have allowed me to melt into the garden and transport toContinue reading “Finding Happy (when it is fleeting)”

Where did she come from?

I never imagined myself walking beside a teen daughter. I think, with her being my last child, I just figured I would step into the next season without much consideration. I’d been mothering for a long while already. However, it really is different than raising teen sons. I was a teen daughter once. And thereContinue reading “Where did she come from?”

Goodness

No matter how folks twist who they think Christ is in these days of power and policy, let us remember Who Christ was by what He didn’t do…and what He did. Who He was and is and always shall be: “Have you ever wondered why Jesus, the God of the whole universe…did nothing to stopContinue reading “Goodness”