I keep waiting to post this; to try get my words right, to try and make sure I’m not making it worse. We all watched church together as a family this past Sunday morning; I wanted my children to hear how our community of faith would address the events of this week (that are not … Continue reading Listening.

I sat across the table from a man who had walked in the faith more years than I’d been alive. I told him something to the effect of “I just don’t want to bring my church baggage to the table in the ministry settings I’m in; I only want to bring the lessons, not the … Continue reading Church hurt and carry-on bags.

So the post that was "Perfection is off the table; goodness is not" has become a chapter. That keeps happening, so after only five years of deliberation, I've decided I'm going to take that chapter, and two others from the writing I've been amassing, and then I'm going to query agents and submit it as … Continue reading Working Title.

Yesterday when I was picking glass fragments out my hair, I kept thinking that despite appearances, I’m glad the current home project my husband is working on is happening now. This unique season, “these unprecedented times” as every email header puts it these days, they force a perspective that dampers complaining.  Earlier this year, I … Continue reading Honey In The Rock

I don't work in a primary sector. In this stage of life, my primary contribution to the world is my heart and my words. My whole long life, my mouth has gotten me into trouble, but some time ago I committed to learn how to use my words for good; redeeming the days, such as … Continue reading Love your neighbor by staying home.

You ever feel like you're just marking time? I don't know if it's being cooped up with a cold or if it's Februaryitis, but it feels that way sometimes. My "on this day" photos always show me at Longwood Gardens on some variation of this date for the past decade, so I know that a … Continue reading Ordinary Time

A few years ago, I sat under the blazing Florida sun, delicately dancing around the trip wires laced across our complicated lives. I had one 24-hour window where I knew I was guaranteed his sobriety in the wake of another hospital stay, where I knew I had no guarantee he would survive the next fit … Continue reading The Alternative.

Writing every day has been good. There’s a lot that I couldn't post because it was just too dark; it was true, and I hope it will serve those who are going through that awful maze themselves someday, but it's probably better off written as a book instead. I think my grasping at remembering everything, … Continue reading Copacetic.