I went to a breakfast for the church planters in our network. I walked in with my husband to see a table full of men. I was the only woman. Am I the only planting woman integrally involved in the development of a church in our network? No, but somehow I was the only one… Read More At the Men’s Table
My grandmother paid me to memorize some of the Psalms. One, in particular, was the 23rd Psalm. She would sleep in the extra bed in my room when she would come stay with us. As we would lie there, she would say, “Do you still remember the 23rd Psalm.” “Yes, Grandma.” “Let’s say it together.”… Read More Old School
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” – Martin Luther King, Jr. I recently heard the news that the KKK is coming to Charlottesville, VA this summer. My first response was anger. I don’t want them here. I don’t want them to… Read More THE KKK IS COMING TO TOWN
I like action and results. I can’t stand when I see things being done wrong, and I am almost always convinced I could do it better, unless of course that thing is parking a car or building something.
This is a problem because I end up trying to do way more than I should. Even my blog is a reflection of this. I write about teaching, church planting, parenting, and running. I can’t even stay focused on one topic for the blog!
My tagline is grace and imperfection because I need a lot of grace for all the areas of imperfection.
So, here is my latest confession of an area in which I need to give and receive grace.… Read More OUT OF FOCUS
Tonight, I want to quit teaching… but I won’t. I work really, really hard to create active, engaging lessons. I read over 150 pages of student writing a week. I give detailed feedback on style, tone, organization, and grammar. I also comment on what students say about themselves, their worlds, and their ideas. I know… Read More Failing the Students We Pass
There are people in my world who understand the word defying emotion I feel… particularly now- shortly after Mother’s Day. It is playing cards and laughing about a song written for a funeral. It is the melody of “It is Well With My Soul.” It is an unused diaper bag in the closet. It is… Read More Never Having to Explain
I totally bombed this Sunday.
I preached a sermon on the value of a broken hallelujah. The main point was that God uses our weakness.
I was the sermon illustration… not on purpose though.
I am fully capable of putting together a really good sermon that is presented well. This is not what occurred. I spent last week as single mom since Jon had to go on a last minute trip to NY to repair some recent storm damage to our rental property….… Read More THE WEAKEST SERMON EVER
Brokenness… who wants to talk about brokenness on Mother’s Day? Me. That is the sermon I am preaching. We are finishing the Our Broken Hallelujahs series this Sunday. We started the series immediately after Easter. That made sense. But Mother’s Day?!?!? Shouldn’t we talk about all things lovely? I’m not sure we planned out our… Read More Motherhood is a Broken Hallelujah
I was punched in the stomach today. Not literally, but figuratively. I won’t get into the details. The essence is that someone I thought would be one of my biggest supporters basically said my book isn’t worth study. Ouch. Did I mention, Ouch? Yeah….. it stung. The crazy thing is it came after an amazing,… Read More GUT CHECK
I thought a student said, “My Mom’s Hand” as a title. He actually said, “My Mom’s Ham,” but if I’d heard him right, this post wouldn’t exist. When I was erasing the board after class, the title caught my attention. My mom’s hand… Over the years her hands have washed me, been run through my hair,… Read More MY MOM’S HAND