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
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
I have a long way to go. I am supposed to be training for a half marathon (13.1 miles). With only nine weeks before the half, my friend asked me to join her because her running partner had to bail. I knew I wouldn’t be ready in time, but I agreed anyway. Life didn’t get the… Read More SEVEN MILES IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION
Car crashes, bad voice to text translations, and leading in sweatpants- Just another Wednesday night at the Pastor’s house.… Read More WEDNESDAY NIGHT LIVE
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.”… Read More LOST SOUL
I’m a pastor, and I swear sometimes.
I try not to, but sometimes there are no other words that can quite express exactly the sentiment I want to convey.
For example, I might let a word or two slip when I am out running with my dog, Bruiser. …This is when I lose my sanctified mind! … Read More CONFESSIONS OF A POTTY MOUTH
I am in this weird place of trying to be fit and healthy but still appreciate the body and the beauty of exactly where I am. … Read More CHUB RUB AND SWIMDRESSES
As I strive for less of me and more of Him, I am finding that celebration and gratitude don’t leave a lot of room for hurt pride and selfish ego.… Read More SMALL BEGINNINGS
In the back of my closet, tucked deep behind dresses I don’t fit into right now, are my medals. They are slightly dusty and largely unseen.
Why, then, are the subject of today’s post? …Sometimes, we need reminders that we can do really hard things.… Read More FORGOTTEN MEDALS
It doesn’t matter how much I know the the truth; I am still battling the lies. Somewhere, deep down, I believe myself to be not enough. I often look to the numbers to prove myself wrong. Thankfully, some numbers require nothing of me, and they speak a truth I desperately need to embrace.… Read More 100 TIMES LESS THAN PERFECT