What I didn’t realize was that instead of preaching the Gospel to myself all those years staying home with my kids, I preached a different anthem.Read More
“Growth looks like...nothing.” These words had me murmuring yeses and amens when my friend Breanne spoke them. Most of the time growth doesn’t announce itself, it doesn’t look like anything in particular on any given day. Like that old cliche about faith and the wind….you can’t see it but you can feel it. Well with growth...you usually don’t see it or feel it until you are forced into a situation that requires your growth to come into play, and then it kiiiinnnnddd of looks like something.
For me, growth kinda looks like an abandoned dirty kitchen at 7:40 a.m. on a weekday.Read More
Today there will be many feelings. But this is your baseline: They are ready. They are, they really are ready for this. And so are you. There will be a moment (maybe a few) when you think…Read More
I could easily worship while I folded laundry and swept up the sand that tracked in from outside. I love cleaning our home, it serves our family. I can worship while I do that. I can wipe down the counters. While I’m at it I can plan for my week of work and map out my list of to-dos. I can consult the calendar.
But I can’t sit still. I can’t BE still.
This isn’t worship at all. This is bondage.Read More
I've been reading through Mark real slowly, one could say I'm marinating in it (on it?). And I'm blown away by the things I didn't know or didn't stop to think through before. First of all, I'm not totally sure if I have ever read Mark. If I have it was once upon a summer camp high when I decided to read the entire New Testament every year, and then never finished.
I put a handy little poll on my Instagram and apparently....Read More
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“For being so jacked up.”Read More
You can stop now. Stop the striving. Stop the planning. Stop the strategizing and the squeezing things in. You can say no. You don't have to prove you're strong and reliable, not even to yourself. Can I tell you a really scary truth?Read More
It's a funky time for women's Christian culture isn't it? It seems like everyone is building a platform and social media followers and blogs, podcasts, ebooks, books, handmade things, and hustling galore.
Well I'm done.Read More
You are here. Right now.
If I’m being really truly honest, here isn't a place I'm enjoying…and I know it’s kind of icky to read a mom say that…it’s icky to be the mom who feels it. Oh wouldn’t I love to be floating on cloud of motherly contentment with this season! But this season of motherhood is just hard and so tiring. Wouldn’t it be delightful if enchantment for every single season of life just naturally swelled in us and flowed out of us? Instead, I’ve been fighting, sometimes spitting mad, against this season and I’m exhausted…so I’m done. I’m done fighting it. I’m here. Here is where I am right now, today.
Accepting this basic condition of my reality means admitting an ugly truth to myself and even more so to the Giver of Life. Facing the nasty brass tacks of my sinfulness, yet again, I found mercy and grace on the other side. And that brings me here, to all of you, because I have this little inkling that maybe…just maybe I’m not the only one digging my heels in and demanding to be somewhere else past or future but this present place just isn’t my cup of tea.Read More
Although for the country as a whole 2016 was a big ole bummer, for our family it was really amazing. But there was something missing all year.Read More