John 9:3
What do we do when faced with the consequences of our boundaries? What happens when it’s painful to be misunderstood or not given the benefit of the doubt. When people you love continue to choose to believe the worst or at the very least don’t seem to care to find out the truth. How do…
A few years ago when I took the Minister of Children position, I had my first taste of discrimination. It pales in comparison to what many experience, not here to pretend to compare, but to say it opened my eyes. A friendship changed after taking that position as a woman on a ministry team and…
During an extremely difficult season of church ministry I received a mental picture from the Lord. It was so direct. So specific. So me, that I couldn’t have forgot it even if I wanted to. And let’s be clear I don’t EVER want to. This revelation came to me at such a confusing, foggy, what-is-even-happening-right-now…
I just spent 2 hours this morning folding the 10+ loads of laundry that covered the rug and chair in our bedroom, changing our bed sheets, and cleaning our room. Our bedroom that has been stripped of wall paper but still needs patched and new paint. Our floors that got ripped up to the original…
Last fall, right before my open house I shared a post with you guys about how each year I do something more to prepare for the holiday season. Each year I try to be better prepared, try to make it easier on Scotty, on my family, on me, on my emotions, on my body. You…
There have been days in the past when I wished I had a t-shirt that said “Today is not the day. And I am not the one.” And then I would wish that I had the guts to wear it… If I’m really honest, I’ve had strings of days like that, maybe because of a…
Picture this. Walking fast, with purpose, heels clicking, boots stomping, arms swinging, confident this is the way until, wham! Smack dab into a glass door. Surprised, head hurting I wonder “Where’d that come from?” Or maybe this. Walking fast, with purpose, heels clicking, boots stomping, arms swinging, confident there is no other way, but…
I’ve climbed staircases in my life, literal ones. The one in my childhood home that stopped on a landing at the front door of our bi-level and then up to the living room. The one in our farmhouse apartment, curved and with gaps in the wooden steps where crickets would get stuck in the summertime…
This morning one of my children missed the bus. It pulled up, squeaked to a stop, blew the horn, and had me running to the door to just wave them on. Much to my frustration but to the happiness of the long line of cars who would have needed to wait for my kid to…