Journeying Home Together
When my daughter was a little over a year old, she decided that it was time to learn to jump. She had been walking – and doing something that vaguely resembled running – for a couple of months, but she had never taken the leap, per se, to begin jumping. One day she decided it was time. She was enthusiastic about this new skill….but the trouble was that she couldn’t
It’s one of those days. One of those days when “need to” clashes violently with “don’t feel like it,” and “want to” is not at all the same as “have to.” When my spirit feels weighed down and lethargic. When tears press behind my eyes, and the only thing restraining them is the keen awareness that I don’t have any real reason to feel as badly as I do. It’s
On a cold Saturday morning, my little family joined my larger church family for a worship gathering on the land God recently allowed us to purchase. It was special in a lot of ways, not the least of which being that my daughter was able to stay with us as we worshiped (rather than going to children’s ministry where she usually is). It must have seemed strange for her. Every
I’m linking up today with 5-Minute Friday, hosted by the fabulous Lisa-Jo Baker. It’s a challenge to write for 5 minutes and 5 minutes only, solely for the sake of writing. Not for perfection. Not for impact. Not for anything but the love of writing. Today’s prompt? HOME. The first time I remember uttering the words was during my freshman year of college. Through tears and aching sadness, I wept
Many have undertaken to draw up an account of the things that have been fulfilled among us, just as they were handed down to us by those who from the first were eyewitnesses and servants of the word. Therefore, since I myself have carefully investigated everything from the beginning, it seemed good also to me to write an orderly account for you, most excellent Theophilus, so that you may know
I’m linking up for the very first time with 5-Minute Friday, hosted by the fabulous Lisa-Jo Baker. It’s a challenge to write for 5 minutes and 5 minutes only, solely for the sake of writing. Not for perfection. Not for impact. Not for anything but the love of writing. Today’s prompt? BARE. ________________________________________ I’ve been asked so many times how I got so brave. I’ve been asked if it scares
I wrote yesterday about my lifelong love of writing, and how it has evolved to where I am today. It’s part of a dream I have…a wild and crazy dream that I believe with all my heart has been embedded into me by no one but my Creator. It is only a part of that dream, though…and the other part is what I want to write about today. I have
I’m in a weird place right now. It’s a new place, and while I’m excited about things, I’m not altogether sure I like it here or know what to do. I feel a little like I’m running up the downward escalator, trying so hard to make things happen in my life but never really making any progress. I know what I want…and I know what God has placed in my
Soon after I graduated from college, I (very unexpectedly) took a position as youth minister at a local church. Some of the sweet girls in the youth group gave me a plant for my desk (apparently not knowing of the great likelihood that in doing so, they were essentially killing the plant). It was a money tree, they told me, and would nicely add a feminine touch to the bulky
If you’ve “known” me long, you know that depression and anxiety is an undeniable part of my journey. It comes and goes, yes, in seasons that arrive as unexpectedly and as forcefully as a preschooler’s tantrum. (Honestly, sometimes it feels more than a little like that, too.) The threat of sadness and panic lingers in the background at all times, and it’s something I have learned to live with. Most
