My poor husband is always trying to figure out how to converse with me when I get talking about my dreams. I am a dreamer, and he is a realist (which may as well be a pessimist in my book). “I am going to write a book, and I will sell millions of copies. I will sell so many copies […]
My nine year old daughter is playing recreational league soccer for the Blue Bandits this Spring. It brings Jonathan great joy to antagonize our children. A recent family conversation in the car went as follows. Jon: I am going to yell, “Go Band-aids!” No one will know because they will think I am saying Bandits. Go Band-aids! (Yelling… yes, yelling it […]
Car crashes, bad voice to text translations, and leading in sweatpants- Just another Wednesday night at the Pastor’s house.
Well, I have to tell you, I am winning at life. You might be thinking, “Really? Because I just read your last blog post, and I’m not so sure.” It is true though. I am. Last week, I got my youngest daughter to school on time EVERY day. That is right, every day. On four of those days, I had […]
This past fall, Jon and I had the privilege of hearing Larry Osborne share some insights with a small room of pastors from large churches. Jon and I do not pastor a large church. We launched almost a year ago, and we are excited every time we have anywhere close to 100 people on a Sunday. Yet, there we sat five feet […]
We had come together, like so many times before, to mourn tragic and senseless loss. I stood there singing words I desperately wanted to be true. I wanted to believe that God loves us so.
Recently, I have been lost.
I have been clinging to my faith and trying to find my sanity. I have been burnt out and weary. Judge if you like, but for every one person looking down on this feeling, there are three to five thinking, “me too,” or, “I’ve been there.”
As a young man in construction boots, dress pants, a white button down dress shirt, and a flannel stood beside my brother and waited for his bride, Will announced to those in the room that he was about to perform a wedding ceremony and those who were left were welcome to witness the event or to give the room to the couple.
We took seats in the chairs that had not been packed up yet and watched as a young women entered with a beautiful gown, tattoos, a pony tail, smiles, and tears.
No make up, frizzy hair, up six more pounds, and dog poop scented shoes- I was so hot today. I made a drastic and bold decision today. I chose not to wear make up to work. I’d love to say it is because I am liberated and confident in my natural beauty. The truth is I am trying to solve […]
I called him Big John, somewhat because his son is Big Tom, but mostly because he was a big man.
No matter how much he had already given, he seemed to find a way to give more of himself. He was our giant.