It’s when I show up at the Confession on Sunday morning empty handed that I know I’m in trouble. I’ve forgotten the quick cutting down, the self-pity binge, the explosions at bedtime. I’ve forgotten the pride because pride makes the…
1 We swung into September littered with full suitcases to unpack from vacation and a house that hadn’t seen love for a month. The next day we started homeschooling amidst the chaos. I’m taking notes for next year. Start school…
This morning I was startled awake by a little sparkle on my right hand. Just like a giggly new fiance after eight hours of sleep, I had forgotten about the little navy box, the Harings Jewelry symbol, the surprise inside.…
“I am with you always,” He promised. And I listen, because those were his last words. They were the last sounds of his voice reverberating on the rocks of our earth before he ascended. And last words have intentional power. They are…
I’m joining the fabulous Emily Freeman in sharing 10 things I learned this August weaving back and forth from silly to serious. This is the summer vacation edition. 1. First, I need to just keep pushing the publish button. Keep putting words on paper.…
I’ve been silent a good while. Listening. Wrestling. Homeschooling. I’ve taken that leap again…she who said she would never…ever homeschool…again. But after our move to GA Madeline was drowning with math that didn’t make sense and a month into our semester…
The last few months I have been living the stages of grief, swerving from anger to depression and back again, barely catching my breath. I only momentarily live in the broad open spaces of acceptance before being pulled back into the vortex. …
I’m starting a new job today, Director of Soul Care at Holy Cross Anglican Cathedral here in Loganville, GA. It’s just 10 hours a week but I’m fantastically excited. I get to do exactly what I love to do best:…
We often live anxiously searching for our needs to be filled. Moving intensifies that. I wrote this post last year. It still applies. Today’s action? Lift up your needs to the Father using the prayer printed at the end. Don’t be afraid…
I grew up believing I would be a missionary. After feeding on thick books about Amy Carmichael and Hudson Taylor, I buckled seat belts on as many planes as possible and headed to Gabon, West Africa, Albania, Dominican Republic, Ecuador, and Tibet. I learned…