Key to Conquering Anxiety *SLOW Word video* Lectio Divina
We live our lives as orphans. We live impoverished and alone. We walk out our front door, down the sidewalk and completely forget who our Daddy is. At least that’s my story. When I was ten…
What’s Nourishing Me this Month
1. Ever have a recipe that is so decadent you hoard it just for the oooohs and ahhhs? This is mine. The kids adore it at home but I call it Adult Mac and Cheese when I bring it to parties.…
The Dance that Breaks Out When Women Get Real
Women are quick to lift up the mask, paint on the mask…but the truth? The mask can plaster on hard. It becomes a wall between sisters and only the brave take it off. But when the walls do come…
Advent, Day 14: When We Are Tired of Being the Walking Wounded
Isaiah 35:5&6 “Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened, and the ears of the deaf shall be unstopped”. “Then shall the lame man leap as a hart, and the tongue of the dumb sing …“ This short recitative…
For When I’m Struggling with Selfishness: Honoring Mothers
At the same time that I am emptying boxes here in Sewickley, PA, attempting to build a home, on Saturday I helped to tear one down: Andrew’s Grandmother’s. I emptied drawers of tatting threads, carried shelves out to waiting vans and wandered…
Serious Approval Addiction Excavation
So God has his working gloves on. Really, we both do, shovels in hand. We’re working around the dead shrubs planted in the front yard of my life… my people pleasing addiction. And friend, this baby has roots that go…
When Fear Squeezes
Tonight it was the chocolate sheet cake, the one with the thick fudgy frosting Andrew’s mom taught me step by step. It’s THE “birthday cake” around here because no one can imagine desiring anything but a large rectangle of this…
He is risen! Happy Easter Friends
The baskets are stuffed, the Easter outfits laid out on the dining room floor, and the lily’s perfume fills the living room where I am sitting. Quiet. Quiet is pure gift in a clergy person’s home during Holy Week,…
Day 32: Vulnerability Is Key
It wasn’t until she chucked the seventh time yesterday that I thought to reach for the healing oil. (Aren’t you glad you are reading here today?) And now I can feel it, the guilty mom/priest feeling rising up. Yes, I’m…
My Redemption Story
Meet Lynn Johnson. I’m guest posting over at her site today with this, my messy and unglamorous (though no less victorious) redemption story. And you, friend, you’ve just got to get to know Lynn. She and her husband and seven…