I’ve recently realized that I’m tired of waiting. Tired of waiting for permission to do something bigger than myself. I’m over it. Stick a proverbial (not literal) fork in me because I. Am. Done. You see, I’m a dreamer. And …
Lamentations (Charleston Shooting)
I’ve wrestled with whether or not I should write anything about what happened in Charleston this week. I’m a white woman who lives in the suburbs – I somehow feel like I’m not allowed to grieve this. I’m not a …
The Return of Wonder
So I went to Thailand recently (we’ve established this awesomeness in my previous post). And while I was there you won’t even believe what I did. I rode an elephant. In the Jungle. In Thailand. If that doesn’t sound amazing …
The Power of “Yes, And”
I was recently invited to speak at an international children’s ministry conference in Thailand. To be perfectly honest, the thought of hopping on a plane and traveling so far from home, to speak to so many people who were so …
The Rising
I still remember sitting across the desk from my friend Joe, tears streaming down my face. “I just want to be good at something again. I don’t know that you really want to take a chance on me.” He had …
The Threenager
I wear many hats in my life (figuratively; unfortunately my noggin is too large for actual hats, but I digress). In the words of my dear friend Katie, “When you’re wearing your Mom hat, other hats simply don’t fit.” She’s …
Netflix Overdose
Today marks 22 days of me being on house arrest for a nasty cocktail of Bronchitis, Sinusitis, Influenza B, Pneumonia, Asthma … and, to keep it interesting … pink eye (or “eye leprosy” as I like to call it). This …
The Gift of Ransom
“O come, O come Emmanuel. And ransom captive Israel.” It was December 20th, 2010. I had braced myself for the day. A routine I had come to dread. I had a doctor’s appointment at two o’clock for my monthly regimen …
The Depths
Breathless and weary, I feel my spirit sink into the darkness. Depression, with the swiftness of an undertow drags me into the depths. The dark, lonely place, where light is but a distant memory and the despair is crushing. Failure …
My Ears Hurt
He presses his tiny hands against the sides of his face and says, “Mommy it’s too loud for my ears.” Though my little boy enjoys being loud, he does not enjoy loud noises in general. The irony is not lost …
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