”When your greatest insecurity is on display for the world to see, you convey a vulnerability that is attractive in a way perfection can never be.” Image Source I wouldn’t say I got into the tub planning to yell at God. But that’s what happened. The tub was filled far past the allowable level and … Continue reading »
Happy Mother’s Day to you who have who have labored To you who wipe away snotty noses and salty tears with your ratty sweatshirt To you who read the same dog-eared story (with voices) each night like it’s the first time To you who stay up late because he just needed to talk And then … Continue reading »
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Today’s fitnessy friday is a little bit different, and I’m super excited about it! I feel very honored to be guest posting at Laura Cavanaugh’s Holistic Body Theology blog today. She sent me 5 ridiculously hard questions on exercise, spirituality, and self-worth. My answers are below . . click the link at the bottom to … Continue reading »
“God’s definition of creativity isn’t like mine. It’s big. It’s expansive. There is room for me under His tent, where creation, imagination and beauty come to play.” Creative people are strange, mystical beasts. Unicorns that live among us. They paint or sing or act. They play beautiful music, write haunting poetry, create intricate jewellery, and bake … Continue reading »
I struggle to make time for God. Traditionally, I tend to fling myself at Him in moments of sheer joy or utter devastation. So I’m either profusely thankful or bitterly angry. How fun for Him. I’ve noticed that in the fleeting moments I rest between those two extremes, He really tries to make it count. … Continue reading »
My Opa was quite a craftsman. Even in retirement, he spent many hours in the wood shop of his condo complex, creating all sorts of beautiful pieces – we even have a few in our home. One smaller piece I remember him making was a wooden labyrinth. Perhaps you’ve seen one of them before. It’s … Continue reading »
It’s been emotional these past two weeks. I’ve cried a lot. Apparently, I’ve also made a lot of you cry. But not today. Today we’re going to laugh. At my expense. Now I feel that men get off scot-free in a lot of departments: they don’t get a period, their bodies don’t go through the … Continue reading »
Hey Dad, Even in heaven, I feel like you’re probably busy right now. I imagine God gave you a pretty kick ass project the second you arrived; he wouldn’t want to waste your giftings, even for a moment. There is something strangely comforting in envisioning you trucking around heaven in your work boots and Kirkland … Continue reading »
There is a white wooden frame on the wall in my son’s bedroom. It hangs beside the cushy pistachio rocker where I spent many a night methodically rocking back and forth to the tick-tock of the clock. The frame surrounds a little woven nest with two brown speckled eggs resting in it. On the back, … Continue reading »
I was giving my little butterball a bath the other night. He was splashing and squeaking as I attempted to scrub around his thrashing limbs. We both ended up quite drenched but I suppose that’s memory making at it’s best, isn’t it? Wearing a pair of orange sherbet colored sweats and a ratty sheer white … Continue reading »
