My annual reflection on another year in our quirky old house on the best little block of W. Cucharras St.

Eventually, we grown-up sorts stop looking for wardrobes that lead to snowy pine forests. But there is still a door to another world.

What if God not only loves me, but also likes me? I am learning to receive and trust in his delight in me.

Imagination is not a triviality of childhood, afforded by immaturity and lives sheltered from the harsh realities of this world. On the contrary, imagination is essential to our life in Christ, giving us the eyes to see the things in this universe that are the Most Real, True, Good, and Beautiful.

If there’s anyone on this earth who knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that I’m not God, it’s my sister.