Growing up in Roseburg, Oregon in 1989, all the cool kids shopped at the Gap store in Eugene. It's an hour drive. And on some weekends, when I got to go shopping with my friends we would all plan to shop at the Gap and eat at Cinnabon. The aroma of those heavy, buttery, sweet… Continue reading How to cultivate an appetite for Jesus
I don't want to be a cynic, but I really can't stand Valentine's Day. It's really not cause I'm bitter, although I have gone through many a pink-splattered Valentine's day with a broken heart, mascara-tear stained face and no one sending me flowers. By the grace of God, there is no bitter root, just painful… Continue reading Love is not a pink teddy bear
I've grown thick-skinned after 26 hard years. At seventeen this small-town girl met a big-city boy and fell into infatuation. After two years of dating, and three break-ups, I married that rebellious, out-of-town boy who walked into my life wearing torn and bleached blue jeans, long blonde hair and a pink corduroy hat. After 24… Continue reading Ash Wednesday is a perfect Valentine.
The other day while driving to my oldest son's baseball game, this story came on the radio. It's about the producers memories of going on a tour of The National Great Blacks In Wax Museum in Baltimore, Maryland. She recalls with audible disturbance, the traumatic memory she has from her school tours through the museum… Continue reading we need to listen. and shut our mouths.
Dear Mom,I read a post of Facebook the other day where a mom was telling her adult kids what she really wanted for Mother's Day. In short: Time with them. I agree. Being a mom myself I feel the exact same way. But since we're far apart and don't spend as much time together as… Continue reading A Tribute To My Mom
It's Good Friday.There's a tsunami of meaning in those three words.Maybe for you it's just TGIF.I get it. Honestly, I grew up hearing the story of Jesus' death and resurrection, but for years it made no connection with my soul. If I'm honest the celebration (if you can call it that) of Good Friday has… Continue reading A slow-to-believe believer’s thoughts on Good Friday
It's not that other days with a broken heart aren't painful. It's just that on Valentine's Day everywhere you look, go or listen pink shiny hearts and candy pour like salt on your wounds. I've waded my way through the gushing pink day with my own busted up heart many times. This year I do… Continue reading When your heart is broken on Valentine’s Day
(Old pic, boys have grown a lot in a couple years.)Here it is approaching midnight. I so wanted to sit down and write out some thoughts from today earlier but a neighbor popping in, a child wanting to play cards, a husband not feeling well and soap to be made stood in my way.So, here… Continue reading Love. Suffering. And the Heart-Stream Turner.
I watched Contagion last night. Seemed an appropriate way to end a day spent sleeping away some kind of virus that left me so dizzy and head-achy, I couldn't get up for more than 30 minutes. It was my first night calling in sick at work, something I don't like to do. Today… Continue reading Tidbits and a spontaneous poem on my longed-for miracle
I was thinking about this this Labor Day. Maybe some are growing weary in doing good. Maybe it's been years of doing hard labor, or daily labor or monotonous labor. Maybe this Monday is like every other Monday for the past 19 years and all your labor and prayers seem to have changed nothing. I was… Continue reading Don’t grow weary in doing good