Summertime: Where You Can Find Me

Summertime: Where You Can Find Me

Dear friends, Firstly, I love that a few of you have personally reached out in various forms to see if I’m still alive. The fact that you read my words is honestly such a gift. The fact that you watch and wait for them – even miss them – is a gift of extraordinary measure. … Continue reading

Joy in Freedom (A Guest Post)

Joy in Freedom (A Guest Post)

I’m a rule-follower, the quintessential say-what-I-do, do-what-I-say girl. I thrive on order, tidy boundaries, and well-laid plans. In the practicalities of day-to-day life, my Type-A personality and patterns suit me just fine. The problem with all my orderly rules is that we live in an unorderly world. “Things” don’t always go my way – our … Continue reading

Is God Still Good?

Is God Still Good?

I came bounding down the stairs on Sunday morning, patting myself on the back for being only five minutes late for our appointed time to leave for church. As my husband rounded the corner and met me at the bottom, I prepared myself for his sweet, but somewhat sarcastic, “Ready?” Instead, the first word out … Continue reading

Remember Wonder

Remember Wonder

I find it entirely no coincidence that God would give me these words today—on a Wednesday smack dab in the middle of the week—on June 1st, smack dab in the middle of the year. And while the middle doesn’t always feel as sweet as the beginning, today, the middle is right where God needed me … Continue reading

When You Can, But Shouldn’t.

When You Can, But Shouldn’t.

This is the tale of a lesson learned the hard way—and you know how fun those are. Our story begins with a heap of good intentions. Someone (far craftier than you) appeals to your nature to please (everyone in the universe), and convincingly pleads that you (they know better) should lead the way. The fate … Continue reading

When “Still” Feels Like a Threat

When “Still” Feels Like a Threat

When my son was an infant needing calming, I’d cradle him close and gently tap a steady rhythm on his tiny back. Paired with a repeated whispered “shush” it was said to mimic the sounds of the womb and a mother’s heartbeat, lulling my sweet one back to rest. I can hear the Lord’s “shush” … Continue reading

When Sunday Feels Broken

When Sunday Feels Broken

I used to hate Sundays. It’s a sad but honest truth. In a season that seemed to stretch on forever, I dreaded Sunday morning. Dragging myself out of bed, I’d force my best face forward to enter a sanctuary that felt anything but. I went to church because I knew I had to, but no part of … Continue reading

When Fear Puts Out Your Fire

When Fear Puts Out Your Fire

The email sat in my inbox for over a week, each scan of the words accompanied by a quickening of my heart. A sinking sensation gripped the pit of my stomach. Every approach to “reply” had me volleying between cold sweats and bouts of nausea. “Share your gifting and how you feel called to serve,” glared … Continue reading

When You Feel Forgotten

When You Feel Forgotten

I’m horrible with names. Faces stick with me, but capturing names is like catching butterflies—just when I think I’ve got them, they flutter away. This flaw of mine becomes especially frustrating when I meet new people. I want to call them by name so they feel welcomed and valued, so they know they have not only … Continue reading