As parents, we want “the best” for our children. The parenting journey consists of a path that involves an often zig zag trek forward as we stride the line between rescue and release. But what “the best” looks like may not be the same for every individual. Not even from the same family. All three […]
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How I Savor the Beauty of Summer When Seasons Change
Although my camera captured the image, it remains etched in my mind. Standing in the parking lot as I prepared to leave my happy place, I gazed toward the beach scene below and across the way. The beauty of a late August sunset had emerged. Against the blue and orange watercolor-washed sky, I caught the […]
Recognizing Our Limited Vision in Seeing the Ways God is at Work
My human self longs to see God redeem according to my expectations. But that’s not how it works. And, even in the midst of all the questions, I am thankful. Lauren Winner, in her chapter on God as laboring woman, writes, ” When I think of the hard work of labor , i realize that […]
Resonating With Jesus and Holding the Tension of The Cup
“Then Jesus went with them to a place called Gethsemane; and he said to his disciples, “Sit here while I go over there and pray.” He took with him Peter and the two sons of Zebedee, and began to be grieved and agitated. Then he said to them, “I am deeply grieved, even to death; remain […]
Reflecting on My Little Green House
My roots were planted in a little green house. Truthfully, I lived in an apartment for the first three years of my life, but those memories are hazy. Moving to a house with kids my age when the concepts of friendship and neighbors take on understanding was a significant moment in my life. Rules of […]
Longing for the Divine Thread of Repair
“When self knowledge is rooted in the depths of divine love, one can face one’s limitations and admit to complicity in sin,” writes Lauren Winner in her book Clothed in God. But such self knowledge can overwhelm. Recognition of our blind spots catapults us to sit in shame and guilt. Paralysis of the heart looms […]
