Making the Days Count
And I’m learning that to sit with grief (which is sometimes seemingly out of the reach of hope or any warm sentiments) is to honor our capacity to love. At some point the chest hurt eases but I’m not grabbing for that moment.
If your picture of God is chaotic
In case you need this reminder or first-time instruction… The Holy Spirit doesn’t guilt-trip us into submission or action. The Holy Spirit can work with us in our guilt-warped state. …
The body speaks
It’s Wednesday. Last week Monday, a member of my church died. She was our matriarch. In her honor, we had a time of singing and prayer instead of the usual …
The gift of the unexpected
As I got closer to my favorite coffee shop, I could tell it was full but I chose optimism, parked my car and went inside. The owner saw me, smiled, …
Back to the baby days
No. I’m not having a wee one. It’s that the days feel as unpredictable as newborn days, unpredictable except for the sleepless part. But replace sleepless with restless. I sleep …
Pandemic reflections. Good for the soul.
Reflecting… Roughly two years ago, my church began hosting the Learning Hub. It would be a semester-long adventure of making sure area elementary school students had a safe place with …
A tribute to Carolyn, to those she loved, and to those who loved her.
You can’t map out everything. You get a text that someone is back in the hospital. You’re out of town. You get back into town and finally visit. You have …