Tagged with purpose

The Sunday She Stood

The Sunday She Stood

I was 30 years old the first time I heard a woman preach. And no, it wasn’t a women’s conference. Or a Bible study. She wasn’t a visiting missionary, or giving that cute little mini message that happens before the actual sermon. I mean honest-to-goodness-Sunday-morning-real-deal-preaching. I happened to be at a church I drop in on … Continue reading

Waiting (Impatiently) for Your Spring

Waiting (Impatiently) for Your Spring

  Spring has an obvious way of making its presence known here on the West Coast. Cherry blossom trees erupt—literally erupt—all over the city. I find cherry blossom trees completely magical—almost otherworldly. The way they unexpectedly burst into a symphony of exquisiteness, seemingly one day to the next. They make plain, ramshackle houses look like … Continue reading

When God Asks You to Take Out the Trash

When God Asks You to Take Out the Trash

I hate taking out the garbage. It is by far the worst of all household tasks. It might be my superhuman olfactory senses. Or because the colossal effort it requires to take out the trash remains unappreciated to the naked eye, tucked under the sink. It may have a smidge to do with the fact … Continue reading

Not Quite Like A Boss, But Still Owning It

Not Quite Like A Boss, But Still Owning It

Two years ago, I decided to choose one word-in lieu of my usual 15 odd resolutions-for the year. One word to encompass 365 days. To guide me through twelve long months. I wasn’t sure if I could swing it. The perfectionist in me yearns for a categorized list, itemizing all the ways in which I … Continue reading

If I Hear You Go Quiet

If I Hear You Go Quiet

When I was a little girl, long black hair swinging in the wind, I accompanied my Opa and Oma to church one Sunday morning. They attended a small Mennonite Brethren church, not unlike the one my family attended at the time, filled with industrious, strong and steady German immigrants. As we shuffled down the aisle, … Continue reading

Confessions Of A Ball Hog

Confessions Of A Ball Hog

“I was forced to be blatantly honest with my SheLoves family about All.The.Feelings I was experiencing.” Two weeks ago, I wrote about (finally) saying YES to a big, hairy dream God had placed in my heart: raising $10,000 to provide desperately needed sanitary pads, hygiene products and life skills training to a school of 250 … Continue reading

How The Letter C [Almost] Ruined Me

How The Letter C [Almost] Ruined Me

I am thrilled to be guest posting for my dear friend Claire today. She has an incredible site on learning to tell your story through writing-The Gift of Writing -which you should check out immediately! She asked me to share a little bit of my own journey with writing, so I thought I would tell … Continue reading

The Little Pot that Could (but almost didn’t)

The Little Pot that Could (but almost didn’t)

“My so-called-calling was about as rooted as a hazy dandelion orb. Seeds scattering here and there, influenced completely by whichever way the wind was blowing that particular day.” I’ve had this pot for a while now. Sitting atop my white IKEA table. Empty. For several months I stared at it, guiltily. And every day, it stared … Continue reading