Uncategorized / 14.09.2017

The realization of a dream isn’t half as dreamy as dreaming it. It’s the put on your big girl pants, pull up your bootstraps, and get to work part of seeing our dreams come to reality. Dreaming isn’t for the faint of heart. At least not the “dreams come true” part. But often the inevitable roadblocks to our dreams cause us to doubt or even convince us we must be on the wrong path. And the voice of doubt has all kinds of subtle dream-killer phrases to choose from: “God must not really want me to pursue this dream.” “I must have heard Him wrong.” “Maybe I don’t really have what it takes.” “Tomorrow, next week, next month, next...

adult kids, community, family, God-sized Dreams / 20.02.2017

When I was a kid, no one talked about community. It just was, and it was everywhere—in the fire lane where we’d meet to play football and at the pool where long summer days were spent keeping cool. We found community at school, church, Girl Scouts, youth group, softball practice, etc. Wherever I spent my day, I'd typically end it at home with my sister, mom, and dad. They were the days before the Internet when we had only four TV channels (five if the weather was right and someone sat in just the right spot in the living room). We...

community, Compassion, family, friendship, living well, unity / 09.11.2016

If possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all. ~Romans 12:18 "Come together." "Unite." These are words we've heard frequently over the last hours, days, weeks and months. But if we're honest, we've doubted the true possibility of unity. How can a nation so deeply divided find unity? Has it ever truly known unity? Like many, I'm confused today. Even amongst people with whom I deeply identify, I've found myself landing in different and often opposed camps. This morning, the sentiments on social media are all over the map. One thing I've noticed is how easy it is to shake...

family, God-sized Dreams, living well / 14.09.2016

I remember thinking, “When will things get back to normal?” I was a first-time mom, and our new baby boy was barely two weeks old. I can hear you snickering. My dream of becoming a momma had come true. But for all my years of wishing and praying and even my last nine months of planning, nothing had prepared me for the upheaval of “normal” that was coming with the birth of our first child. My naive yearning to take my baby and get back to normal was a delusion. Gradually, it was replaced with the sober yet hopeful reality that, after a period...

community, Compassion, family, living well / 07.09.2016

Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil. ~Ephesians 6:11 "That's my verse," she said. It embodied the path she was walking. Choosing. Taking the light into a dark place. My good friend who had retired from the Air Force gave them to her the day after Em read the verse. And she has worn the boots into lots of dark places ever since. Playing music with her best friend/husband in bars. Praying with a roomful of models and walking runways. Boldly blasting churchy paradigms and teaching this woman a few new lessons about being salt and light. You should...

community, Compassion / 30.08.2016

The fonts and size on this post are all wacky. I've worked on fixing it for too long, and it might make me quit blogging if I don't give up. Sometimes I wonder if there's something unseen to "technical difficulties." Screwy fonts or not, I believe this story is worth being told.     We stood at the edge of two hundred miles of dense cloud forest stretching from Costa Rica to Panama. It is a national reservation and home of the Cabecar Indians, Costa Rica's oldest indigenous tribe. We'd driven two and a half hours from the town of Turrialba where the St. Francis of...