My baby turned five in June last year. She finished up at kindergarten and began a brand new adventure at 'big' school. I watched her eyes dance with the "anxcitement" (her word) of an early birthday party, friends, family, a rainbow cake and presents that turned into treasures over night. I also watched only as… Continue reading The Gift of Permission
At the end of 2018 my husband and I prayerfully resolved that 2019 would be the year of our ministry sabbatical. Numerous reasons led us to this decision. At the heart of it all was this desire to be more and do less. Somehow we got caught up in doing and try as we may,… Continue reading My Year of Intentional
I am not a dog person. I never wanted a dog at home. Although we now have the most precious little pup the first two statements still ring true for me. It took 6 years of canvassing for me to capitulate and give in to having a dog at home. I always knew that it… Continue reading The Gift of Brokenness
My heart is sore. I've stopped a million times this week to shed tears and reflect on the life of an absolute spiritual giant, the Martin Luther of our times. This week we lost Ed. I lost a spiritual mentor, a dear friend and absolute example of a man whose love for God was evidenced by… Continue reading Some giants never fall…..
Our theology of God shapes our parenting. Our parenting – like most of our lives – tracks its way back to what we truly believe about the nature and the character of God. - Sarah Bessey Somewhere over the past year, my gentle, funny, cuddle loving little boy has grown into a 6"2 basketball… Continue reading He meets me with a chocolate brownie and an apple turnover
.......and yet, The words still at the very edge of my mind's lips. Once they fall, they are mine no longer. No safe place, no sacred preservation. Open to thoughts and opinions, to be picked apart, to the judgement of a careless crowd. So these words that I cherish, my heart's voice, frozen in midair… Continue reading To be or not to be…
Thoughts from a Coffee Cup I’m thinking back to a time when I was a perfect coffee bean. The hands that picked me marveled at my perfection and dreamed about my potential. I was dried, roasted and ground up. I wonder many times about the purpose of the process? Why did I not just stay a… Continue reading Why Grounds & Blends