Running From the Old Woman

I’ve recently begun to train for a marathon. Don’t panic, the race is over six months from now. Also, let’s be realistic, I am not running a race. I am entering an event, which I plan to finish. I am clearly a young, fit, strong, fast, insert other positive and healthy adjectives here, woman. Here is the deal though: every […]

Old School

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.” I was so tired, I […]

OUT OF FOCUS

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.

SEVEN MILES IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION

I have a long way to go. I am supposed to be training for a half marathon (13.1 miles). With only┬ánine 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 memo that I needed more […]

LOST SOUL

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.”

CONFESSIONS OF A POTTY MOUTH

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!

FORGOTTEN MEDALS

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.

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