My husband is rather fond of the author Jon Acuff. And by fond I mean he was rather giddy in sharing that he was able to have Jon autograph his copy of Finish, but not so protective that he wouldn’t let me read the book, no matter how long it has taken me. Which is …
The search for significance
The movement towards significance begins rather young. For what are we if not measured by our proximity to importance? At least, that is somehow what we have been trained to think. Recall those middle school years with me. Placed in the throws of glasses and braces, you were the more fortunate one if you somehow …
Life looking down.
Denial is not helpful to us. Nor is naivety or negligence. We are in an incredibly poor state of mental health. Anxiety and depression are an epidemic. I was speaking with a special eduction teacher only last week of how the psychological support on staff at the public school in which she works has easily …
Intentional living
How do you live when you don’t know what is to come? Perhaps you sit amidst transition, or you hope for things that will inevitably change what is, or your seeming stability is rocked with unexpected news of a health change, or a job change, or really just any change that you didn’t see coming. …
Hello 2020.
“Hello twenty-twenty. I’m not sure how I feel about you quite yet. This first day of a new year always holds so much promise, and yet with all your anxious intentionality, the days ahead are anything but firm in your grasp. You may pray for healing and are met instead with what you feared. You …
Realist vs. Dreamer
“You’re not a dreamer, you’re a talker,” says my adoring husband as we discuss rather ardently the differences between a dreamer and a realist. It was actually a marvelous conversation (and his statement rather cracked me up). A conversation in which we realized where we both sit in the dreamer-realist spectrum, and found ourselves able …
Words are a honeycomb
Expectation: A strong belief that something will happen or be the case in the future. I had the immense joy of being raised in a home that was truly a safe haven for me. No, I cannot deem it perfect, but in contrast to disjointed marriage relationships and frail parenting, pretty darn close. Coming …
Love at its finest.
A solemn walk across the glass enclosed walkway from the hospital met us unexpectedly with an array of flashing police lights and tow trucks. Although rather than the typical display of one or two vehicles flashing, there were at least a dozen, and crowds of people gathered around. Reds and oranges were joined with greens, …
Savasana or Stillness
Imagine with me one of those days where you have no plans, as rare or common as that might be, and the first hint of that morning sun leaves you with a relaxed anticipation for the chance to simply ‘be’. Sure some laundry and a few texts back to your Mother-in-Law might be on your …
Found in the grind.
There is a certain ease in attaching ourselves to what we do. More than that, perhaps even an anxiousness to do something, anything, particularly by way of our vocation, that gives us a sense of self. A sense of (here’s that buzz word again) identity. Not only have we found ourselves in our vocation, but …