Communion

There are so many ways to think about communion on a day like today. The communion we are lacking due to the confinements of our counties and states due to COVID-19; the communion we are intentionally building through online gatherings, email, text, video messaging and handwritten letters; and the communion we are celebrating as we remember the Last Supper and the sacrifice Christ made for each of us.

The Journey to Trust

God, the one and only — I’ll wait as long as he says. Everything I hope for comes from him, so why not? He’s solid rock under my feet, breathing room for my soul,  An impregnable castle: I’m set for life.  My help and glory are in God — granite-strength and safe-harbor-God — So trust him absolutely, people; lay your lives on the line for him. God is a safe place to be. {Psalm 62:5-8} My word for 2016 was JOY,…

You are beautiful, magnificent really.

I see you. You are beautiful, magnificent really.         You were shaped first inside, then out; formed in your mother’s womb. You shrug it off. You hear but don’t listen. Truth can be slow to penetrate.         Body and soul, you are marvelously made! “But I’ve got 10/15/50 pounds to lose,” you reason. “Then maybe.”         Your weight doesn’t define you. “And these wrinkles/pimples/cellulite. That’s all people see – that’s all I see.” You tell me.         There is so much more to…

Choosing Joy

Selecting a word or theme for the year – that’s never been my thing. In the past I haven’t felt the urge or conviction to be tied to any one thing for 365 days. Until now. Like a 2×4 over the head, I felt compelled to focus on one big idea as 2016 rolled around. And not just on any word or concept, it was clear that JOY was needed in my heart and mind. 2015 proved a difficult time for…

Daring to Trust God in the Midst of Heartache

“If I just knew the end result, then I could trust, God.” I would pray in a whisper. And then laugh disparagingly at myself. Knowing requires little trust. Trust and faith happen in the face of uncertainty. For 15 months my husband and I had tried for another baby. At first we assumed it would happen quickly. Even with our losses, we had never had any issues getting pregnant. Staying pregnant had always been the problem. Now, it seemed, this…

Choosing to be brave in a scary world

“Careful, be careful,” I hear her tell her imaginary friend through the bedroom door. And I wince. Those words are exactly the opposite of the brave spirit I want to instill in her. Before Reagan was born I determined I wanted to raise her to be brave and adventurous with a curiosity to see and learn without fear. I wanted to give her the opportunity to try things, to succeed and to fail. And within reason, the space to get…

Girlfriending

Friendships in my 20s were easy. We were mostly single and, although money may have been tight, we had the time and creativity to turn the most mundane activity into a party (like grocery shopping at 11pm!). It didn’t hurt that I lived with a plethora of awesome girls during those years. I always had a buddy at home to blab to about boys and work, or to get fashion and style advice from. Fast forward a decade, and life…

Recount the Good

I thought I could get a few minutes. We’d played out in the snow for nearly an hour and watched her favorite cartoons. Surely, she could play quietly for a half hour while I blogged. That’s when I noticed her using my glass of iced tea as her cowgirl-rubber-ducky’s swimming pool. Ahhhhh kids! As I poured myself another glass of tea and snagged a piece of dark chocolate from the kitchen cupboard (because clearly I deserve it, right!?!), I began…

Say What?

“I haven’t seen your order. I just got back from lunch,” the receptionist told me shortly without looking up from her desk yesterday. While I waited she looked through the files on her computer then picked up the phone to call upstairs. I waited a few more minutes. “A nurse has to place the order, so you’ll need to wait,” she told me not unkindly but also without much regard. Read the rest on the Middle Places blog.

Trusting God in the Waiting Room

You know the scene: the uncomfortable chairs, room full of strangers, a squirmy toddler or two, waiting. Waiting for your name to be called, for things to get started. Maybe it’s just an annual exam or the exciting first ultrasound of your pregnancy, maybe it’s a worrisome mole or a follow-up with a potentially life-altering diagnosis, or maybe it’s an emergency. You’ve probably experienced more than one of these scenarios in your lifetime. I know I have. Read the rest on…