Words are meaningful. Day after day I sit with people and there are words shared. Words of grief, of joy, of hope, of resignation. In return I offer words that reflect back, words that acknowledge, and at times, words that affirm. The words of affirmation seem to be the hardest for people to accept. There… Read More The Lost Art of Receiving Encouragement
I used to think that King Saul got a bad rap. A man who was anointed as king but didn’t ask to be. A man feeling insecure and thrown into a situation where Israel had asked for something outside of God’s plan and God had provided Saul as the solution. I don’t envy Saul. And… Read More More Saul than David
The most important thing I did today was hold someone’s hand. It was a hand gnarled and twisted with pain, a hand that gripped mine as the soul and body’s hurt issued outward through quiet groans and whimpering. It was the hand of a stranger. A person who had called for someone, anyone, and I happened to… Read More The Most Important Thing I Did Today Was Hold Someone's Hand
Weary looks a lot of ways to a lot of different people. Weariness looks like buying the weed whacker and leaving it in the van because you just cannot make the extra trip out. Weariness looks like dinner dishes left on the table when you go to bed but at least you put the food… Read More What does it mean to be Weary?
One of the toughest and easiest lessons to teach and learn is forgiveness. I look at children, my own especially, and I see such capacity to offer the ‘I’m sorry’. Even in the midst of the embarrassment of having done something wrong, and much worse, being caught in it, children know that the easing of… Read More Cancelling Debts
Boundaries are hard. And this post is hard to write because boundaries are something that are easy for me to teach and preach but hard for me to submit to in my own life. Because I’m a people pleaser. And there are expectations on me and I want to meet them because then people will… Read More Redrawing the Boundary Lines
A Mother’s Day is stepping on the 2 foot long pink Barbie speedboat in the shower. A Mother’s Day is being accidently shot in the leg by a Nerf gun. A Mother’s Day is finding undies buried in the mountain of laundry. A Mother’s Day is cold toes creeping into the warmth of your slumber. … Read More A Mother's Day is…
I am not a runner. I want to be a runner. I look at other people running lightly down my street, on their toes like nymphs who frolic in the chilly spring morning air. I am not naturally inclined to frolic. Yet, there I was this morning, headphones in, bundled up to the teeth in… Read More Why can’t this be easy?
My son’s gymnastics facility is the loudest place on the planet. Really. Not kidding. A kid’s wilderness dream haven of play structure, sponge pits, trampolines, and decibel level that is unmatched in anything I’ve seen in my life, apart from a U2 stadium concert. And it’s my pleasure and privilege to take my two youngest… Read More It's Normal to Fuss
As I sit with my head laid upon my desk and my eyes closed, I wonder, ‘Do I remember reading that ostriches don’t, in fact, bury their heads in the sand, but rather lay their heads upon the comforting earth, close their eyes, and let the world slip by?’ Because really, I can relate to… Read More Ostrich-itis