This chapter tells me that when I struggle with doubt, I’m normal. Even Jesus’ brothers didn’t believe. We see the crowds debating and reasoning about whether or not Jesus was who he said he was. I’d say that it makes sense then for people to still struggle with who Jesus is 2,000 years later!
Every summer, I have spectacular dreams about all the projects I will complete with my time away from the classroom. I don’t know why I do it to myself. I should know after 12 years of not accomplishing much in the summer that the summer break isn’t going to be a flurry of productivity. I went to bed the other […]
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 Thanksgiving with a smaller crowd […]
A couple days after my friend left, my mother arrived. I had called her right after I wrote about what it is like to be me right now.
She booked a flight immediately. She didn’t ask why I needed her; she didn’t hesitate. I called, and she came.
My mom cooked; she cleaned; she read with the kids; she played games with us; she listened; and she restored my peace.
I thank God for the angels among us- the people who show up and tell us with their actions and their words that God cares for our every need.
I have been at pastors’ wives retreats and leadership events/trainings where dealing with the loneliness of ministry has been a topic of discussion. I never really understood it.
It seems I have served in some capacity of ministry my entire life, and I have never felt lonely in ministry… until now.
I recently read a heart breaking post about a marriage that is ending. It got me thinking about why some marriages last and why some don’t. Specifically, how is it that Jon and I are still married after over 13 years? I decided it must be because I am so easy to be married to. 3 SUPER SIMPLE THINGS I WANT FROM […]
I am a white, middle class, christian, American woman. I have watched and listened the past couple of weeks as people have demanded to be seen and heard. I have remained quiet. I have not remained quiet because I do not believe black lives matter. I have not remained quiet because I believe our police force is corrupt and racist. […]
As a parent, life seems to be a fluctuation between survival mode and an attempt to capture the moments we never want to forget.
Freedom is so close I can almost taste it. The day to day pressures of three small lives is lifting as they grow. With the lifting of pressure becomes space. Oh how I have wanted space and room to breath, and now…
I never acquired the taste for coffee. I know this sounds like insanity to all my joyfully caffeinated friends. In fact, a few may have stopped reading after that first sentence. Because I am not a coffee drinker, I don’t have a single hot beverage on most days. This is why Thursday was so unique. I had not just one, but three cups […]
I chatted with this mother as if we were even remotely in the same world, but I cringed inside about how insanely messy and not put together my little section of family was in front of pristine beauty.