Sowing Seeds: A Word for the Forgetful

(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


One Last Time

Rarely do I get to see the grace of God's timing. Mostly, I spend time doing things that look incredibly ordinary. I feel like I've worn grooves into the kitchen floor. Sometimes, I'll just open the fridge and stand there, not really looking for something to eat, but to find out where I'm supposed to go next. … Continue reading One Last Time

Made to Share:

There was an irony in yesterday's post. While I am not on Facebook, my post was. It was tossed in the pile of Feeds that I bemoaned yesterday. What effect it had, I have no idea. That's the sorrow of throwing something out to a hundred different hands. Yet, I know that what I offer isn't … Continue reading Made to Share:

So Very Very Ordinary

Jealousy is a wretched beast. I don't fall for it often. Most days, I'm good. I laugh inside remembering that when the kids were babies, and they were crying, we followed three criteria: Were they fed? Were they changed? Were they loved? If the answer to every question was yes, and we knew that nothing … Continue reading So Very Very Ordinary

The Wedding

It started with the invitation. Wait. It started long before that. While I was at Captivating, God granted me a family, a sisterhood; as one friend calls it "a tribe".  Seven women, sitting at a table, pouring their hearts out breakfast, lunch, and dinner to the mighty and marvelous work that God was doing in … Continue reading The Wedding

It Matters

Every little thing. . . light touch, awareness, gesture, creation. It matters Looking in someone's eyes, attention to detail, taking time, going slow. Whatever you do reveals what's true about you. How you respond exposes your deepest parts. What you do matters. How you love matters. Every glass of water. . . matters. Every glance … Continue reading It Matters