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

The back gate the Church has left open for predators

My german shepherd Lukas has different barks for different things. One of his barks is very aggressive and intimidating. His body lunges, his teeth shows, he barks from his chest. That's the, "there's a predator" bark. At 5 am this morning, Lukas let out an incessant "there's a predator" bark. I shot up off the… Continue reading The back gate the Church has left open for predators

My cluttered brain and my grey-headed friend

I have ideas all the time. All the time.  My phone is full of notes I voice-to-text to save for future reference. My bullet journal is full of thoughts, ideas, to-do's, goals, dreams, plans, appointments, more ideas.  And if I had to draw a chart of what's going on in my brain and try to… Continue reading My cluttered brain and my grey-headed friend

A prayer of thanks

I just want to thank you. I've never smelled the color nine, like Chris said, finding you is like trying to. I know you're here you're real you're near. No grey-headed crank or long-robed saint nor motherly intent could reach to the place of turmoil inside and calm the waves that want to freeze my… Continue reading A prayer of thanks

God’s sovereignty and bridges

We went to the gym as a family today.  It's a new stage of life for us.  Both of our sons are now tall young men.  My husband is the resident personal trainer and all things fitness in our family.  If it were up to me, we'd all just put on flip-flops and go for… Continue reading God’s sovereignty and bridges

The Older Woman

You walked ahead not knowing I was thirty years behind. I was nineteen putting on a ring promising till death. You were forty-one walking through the valley of the shadow ahead of me. Three decades later a block apart our boundaries and times cross providentially. Silver hair ahead of my fading blonde bent over with… Continue reading The Older Woman