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
There are times when I really don’t understand the Bible. Times when I look at what God says in his revelation of himself to us and I think, ‘Really?’. And it’s not usually the proverbs or the prophecies that trip me up. It’s the people. It’s the work and trials and goofs of God’s people… Read More More David than Saul
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
I miss writing. Which seems strange because I’m doing it right now. But this right now is a stolen moment, a pocket of time where things seem to breathe a little better and my inspiration and will both align. These moments seem to be few and far between these days. It’s more than the start… Read More I Miss A Lot of Things
I am not ready. I am take-a-sedative (herbal, but not that kind of herbal) or stress-clean-the-house kind of not ready. I am so not ready that I can’t even wrap my head around it, I’m so not ready. My daughter is ready. She is sooooo ready that the people around her can feel it seeping… Read More Nope, Not Even Close
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
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?