As any top-rope climber knows, there are only two things you can trust on the climb: the rope and the belayer. Your life depends on the strength of the rope and the attention of the person holding the rope. Too much would be fatal. Too little keeps you from where you need to go. Having … Continue reading Faith on the Cliff: Leaving God as your Only Option
It was a rough day. I could tell as soon as she walked to the car. Eyes down, chin to chest. Something was up. Back home, we sat down together and read the note from the teacher. It hadn't been a good day. At all. She cried. I was perplexed. This was not my girl. … Continue reading Do Not Grow Weary. . . Because it’s Exhausting Being Good
I need Jesus before . . . My feet hit the floor I reach for my coffee I reach for my kids I talk to my husband I need Jesus before I say a word ~ I need Jesus before I . . . Make the decision Make the phone call Try to forgive Try … Continue reading I Need Jesus
A bird fell out of it's nest today. Actually, we unsettled a few trees and found the nest later, still snug between the branches. I didn't think much of it until we saw the anxious Mamma and Daddy chirping around the yard. There he was. Much larger than I'd imagined, though I didn't know baby birds would still be babies, certainly … Continue reading Out of the Nest
I heard this song yesterday: and when I did, I laughed. I still knew the words after all these years. I could probably sing it with the bitter, cracked, sexy (supposedly) way that I used to. But, after the laughter came the groan. That was me. That was how I coped. I swallowed resignation daily, … Continue reading Falling into Love
I remember the first time this really struck me. We were one signature away from a cell phone contract. Pen poised, I stopped my husband's hand. "I don't like this. Something doesn't feel right." "What's up?' "I don't know. I just don't feel right about this." "We don't have to do it then." "No, we don't." … Continue reading This is Not Life or Death: The Power of Releasing the Pressure
It's 2015. It's cold. Not so cold that the kids couldn't go to school today. That was yesterday. The day when we all felt a little icky and bored. January is a strange beast. American culture has painted it to be a new beginning, a fresh start for everybody. But, January, really, is a name … Continue reading Just January.