“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 […]
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Liturgy transforms Us Into Active Observers of God’s Story
Liturgy informs our moments. Recently, I have revived my love for it. After reading Tish Harrison Warren’s book Liturgy of the Ordinary a few years ago, I recognized the significant ways intentional spiritual practices remind me that I am always living in God’s story. One page at a time. Scanning through the Old Testament, the […]
Once Upon A Time, I Jumped Into a Story
Once upon a time, (30 plus years ago), I made a big spontaneous decision. I am not known for relishing in impromptu, fly by the seat of my pants decisions. My sense of fulfillment usually arrives through a planned itinerary of my days, vacations included. But taking advantage of opportunities to expand our own personal […]
Why I Can Cling to the Promise of Sunrise in the Midst of Darkness
As I awaken before sunrise, I am greeted by darkness. Not even a sliver of light peeks through my curtains. My mind recognizes the moment and the dread of peeling back the covers to expose my body to the sting of the cool air almost consumes me. Knowing I have consecrated my days to God’s […]
Catching Glimpses of My Children’s Designs
They begin as glimpses. Those behaviors, skills and attitudes unique to our children appear in seed form as newborns. As parents, we hold onto a paradox of sorts : staying in the present moments of being privvy to human development while also longing with anticipation to see the full blossoming appear. When do we get […]
Why We Still Have Hope When Things Aren’t Fixed
I sit in the narrative of Mary and Martha. In between stinks. Unexpected circumstances punch in the gut, making exhaling feel impossible. Who can fix this broken body? The shattered vision of what was anticipated? Four days. But who is keeping track of time when grief hits? Days and nights morph together figuratively and literally. […]
