I am sitting on a bench in the speckled shade under a tree where I can still feel the sun but not the full force of it. I am studying the path curving around me this way and that, and it has made me set aside my book and think. All along this path there …
The Drought
In the beginning your words were only droplets of rain that never really got anything wet. Your earliest murmurings were like those barely perceptible flyspecks of moisture that make pedestrians stop and hold out their hands, palms towards the sky, waiting for the slightest confirmation of what their noses and cheeks already suspect. Your first …
As Great a Leap as Ever was Taken
I heard a song recently about stepping out in faith and trusting fully enough to experience miracles, and I was shaken to my core because I, too, want to have faith like that, but then it hit me. I’ve heard the song a hundred times. I have it saved in my playlist, and I belt …
Letting my foot hang over the edge
Monsters are real. I’ve known this for quite a while now, even though it has taken me years to say it out loud. The monsters never look how I imagined them, but I recognize them when I see them. As little kids we know the danger is real. We can feel it and hear it …
I am worth more than leftovers
It took me a long time to realize this, but I am worth more than leftovers. I can and should lay down my rights for yours and forgive seventy times seven and give my life for a brother, BUT there’s sacrificial giving and then there’s self-sacrificing living, and there’s a fine line between the two. …
Who I am and why I’m here
I’m a Christian working mom who is married to a pastor who is a former Marine. I am a mother of six and grandmother of one. Once upon a time, my husband and I sold everything we had and served as missionaries overseas. But I’m so much more than that. I am also a woman …
I was okay . . . until I wasn’t
I thought I had it all under control. One day while we were living in Pennsylvania for part of our missionary training, I took the kids and went to WalMart for a supply run. The lady behind me in the checkout line saw me paying for fabric with my four daughters in tow and sporting …
Someone forgot to tell the flowers
I am working at my computer while my cat chews the cords and my son asks what’s for lunch and my husband walks by and kisses the top of my head. I am well rested because it’s a much shorter distance to my dining room table than my office across the river, and the gym …
this is my time, and these are my people
I wasn't born yesterday. I wasn't around when my ancestors left Ireland, Scotland, and Germany in search of something worth leaving everything. I'm glad I didn't have to pick a side during the Civil War, fighting with friends and family over more than social media. I'm thankful I missed out on those early days before …
Sometimes we get a front row seat
If there is no God, then who just bought my lunch? I had been having a bad week - well, more like a bad month - but all of a sudden, everything changed for the better in ways I never imagined. This doesn’t mean God is real. Nor does it mean things are …
Shaking My Dust 