Stop Hiding

My daughter’s small voice swelled as it rose above those around her in worship last Sunday. I watched as she poured her whole self into the effort, an experience that consumed all of her — mind, body, and spirit. It wasn’t perfectly tuned, perfectly...

Messy Hospitality

“I’M SO ANGRY AT YOU”!   My son’s yell echoed up from the lower level and bounced around the walls of the living room. My husband and I shared a glance before he made a beeline for the stairs and the gaggle of kids downstairs while I glanced...

Don’t Wait.

I’ve got a birthday looming. And while it’s always fun to start the morning with a free coffee from my favorite coffee chain and perhaps snag a free birthday dinner on a date with the hubs, each year I’m growing precariously closer to a new decade –...

A Prayer 10 Years in the Making

When my dear friend Katrina died after a 5-year battle with breast cancer, I was beyond angry at God. After a couple of weeks of avoiding God altogether, I sat down one afternoon and told him how angry I was at him for taking Kate instead of healing her body. During...

When It’s a Dog Doo Kind of Day

My morning started with my child stepping into a big pile of dog doo, thirty seconds before the bus pulled up to the bus stop.  The driver watched as I stopped frantically trying to wipe poop off a small left shoe (still attached to the child) with a twig, sighed...