How to cultivate an appetite for Jesus

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

thoughts from a Mother’s Day Sunday

Yesterday being Mother's Day, me being a mom and a having a mom and knowing moms and women who long to be moms and/or grieve the loss of their children, it was a day full of thoughts turned prayers.Yesterday also being the last Sunday in a series on marriage at my church, and me being… Continue reading thoughts from a Mother’s Day Sunday

Let Down by God?

This past Sunday I stood in a high school theatre with dozens of people I don't know looking up at the screen where the band was projecting the words to the songs we were singing to God:You're never gonna letNever gonna let me downYou're never gonna letNever gonna let me downWhen I get to church,… Continue reading Let Down by God?

Love. Suffering. And the Heart-Stream Turner.

(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.

God is not Dr. Crabby Pants

(Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son Ryland)It started at 1:30 AM, Thursday.  I can't do math in my sleep-deprived brain at this point, but in however many hours it's been since 1:30 AM Thursday, I've had a couple hours of sleep.  My husband has had less.  Not good.My husband was called out to investigate a messy… Continue reading God is not Dr. Crabby Pants