living well / 18.07.2016

Well here we are again. It's Monday, and you and your planner are raring to go! As you sit sipping your coffee and ready to wrangle this week into hour-by-half-hour-order with your strategies and pencil in hand, give me your ear for just a minute. I promise I won't take long. I know how important world domination is. But hear me. It's just a Monday. There's nothing too significant about it. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and even Saturday and Sunday are all pretty similar. They're septuplets with the same twenty-four hour DNA. I get that Monday wants a plan. She's Type A like that. All...

community, Compassion, living well, unity / 14.07.2016

What would it look like? Imago Dei. What would it look like if we really lived like we truly believed that? Every human being created in the image of God.   Every. Single. One.Including that guy that just cut you off in traffic. The boss that is intent on making your every day miserable. The child that is breaking your heart. Again. The former friend that is doing her best to ruin your reputation. The church member that rubs you up and down and every which wrong way. Your political opponents (now we're getting personal). That dishonest business that's trying to rip you off and winning. Your negligent landlord. Your obnoxious, scary neighbor. Your...

Uncategorized / 12.07.2016

You know those pictures of mother and daughter on her wedding day? The ones where mother lovingly dresses her daughter. Buttoning her gown. Tying her bow. Pinning her hair. And the mother. She's as beautiful as she's ever been. Except for maybe the day she got married. That's what I said when I was shopping for my mother of the bride dress with Em. "I want to be as beautiful as I've ever been." The day my only daughter would marry. I'd been mother of the groom just a month before. I wanted to be pretty that day too. But it was the bride's...

Uncategorized / 20.06.2016

Two are better than one,because they have a good return for their labor:If either of them falls down,one can help the other up.But pity anyone who fallsand had no one to help them up.Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm.But how can one keep warm alone?Though one may be overpowered,two can defend themselves.A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.~Ecclesiastes 4:9-12 When I decided to make my dream of an annual women's retreat a reality, I knew I couldn't do it alone. So I prayed for friends who wanted to help . . . and waited. Lo and behold, one day...

Uncategorized / 25.02.2016

My eyes well up with tears, as I stare at his photo. I can hardly think about him without tears these days.  There’s nothing quite so tender as a momma’s heart for her child. Whether he’s twenty months or twenty years, the thought of her beloved takes a mom to a sweet, yet vulnerable place. Place her child under some sort of trial or distress, and a mother’s vulnerability and tenderness multiplies exponentially. How is it a mother feels everything her child feels but stronger? My “child" is far away from me right now. Out of touch indefinitely. I spin my globe...

Uncategorized / 10.02.2016

Mom’s bike sat there in the garage, virtually untouched. Every time we’d visit, I glared at it. It taunted me, a reminder of difficult days. Love is a battlefield.~Pat Benatar The barn at the Winsome Retreat. KIM: Mom and Dad’s marriage had known those battlefields. They fought hard and were victorious in the end. Their love won. But that bike. It was like a scar. Mom had bought it while she and Dad were separated. It was hard for me to accept the image of her bike riding down the beach boardwalk while all our hearts had sat at home, broken. They reunited long ago, and...