Dear Friend, Happy Valentine's Day, however it finds you. Happy. Alone. Loved. Disappointed. Misunderstood. Wandering. Peaceful. At rest. What if today, we watched the sun rise and we decided to be completely ourselves. None of us are where we thought we'd be. Some are you … Continue reading Never Alone
The yearning is an invitation. Right? What else could it be? Why write poetry or music? Why make a meal, create an app, create a movement with the body that makes the heart ache deeper and further?
The thought comes to me at first through a weed. Lots of them. Creeping in and taking over my wild, hairy garden. As I push the shovel under the weed, the thought springs like a spiral, upward into my brain. This is the problem, I think to myself. The problem is that we are not dealing with … Continue reading What Would Jesus Do Now?
The day was sunny. Hot. Hanging with a friend at the zoo, we were huffing, dragging our children via Radio Flyer Wagon, up a hill. My friend and I were not overweight by any means, but here we were, struggling. We laughed at ourselves, at our weakened state. I turned to my friend, exasperated. "Skinny doesn't mean anything." … Continue reading Skinny Means Nothing: A Women’s Perspective on Self Worth
Empty - It describes something, it's an action, and it's a thing. Boy, is it a thing. I have a lot of Empty's in my life. We all do. Intended or not, the majority of humanity has at least one Empty. Or, is afraid of one. It seems that a lot of fear is wrapped … Continue reading Empty Spaces
(This post is for a friend. What you do, matters.) All I was doing was the laundry. It was a normal day. Got up. Made bed. Popped in a load. But, on this normal morning, I glanced over my left shoulder and I saw the most beautiful, most hopeful thing that I had in a while. . . … Continue reading Sowing Seeds: A Word for the Forgetful
It was 2am and I was sobbing. The first part of March had been brutal for our family. Sickness had erupted. Nearly everything on the schedule had been cancelled. Saturday came and I thought we had made it through. We bared our weak arms and bowed our heads to disinfect, scrub, vacuum, and steam clean every … Continue reading When Faith Looks Like a Messy Bun – Thoughts on Trusting God