I've been reading through Mark real slowly, one could say I'm marinating in it (on it?). And I'm blown away by the things I didn't know or didn't stop to think through before. First of all, I'm not totally sure if I have ever read Mark. If I have it was once upon a summer camp high when I decided to read the entire New Testament every year, and then never finished.
I put a handy little poll on my Instagram and apparently.... Read More
You know what I’ve been wanting to say for a long time but I haven’t cause I’m like “Oh no, what if that comes out wrong? What if I seem like a know it all or a snob?” Welp, the two day coffee draught has me her, so if you don’t know me, please go read something beautiful and deep and insightful somewhere else on my blog. I promise, I’m deep and mature and thoughtful...sometimes.
But NOT today my friend, not today. Read More
All the special magic of my writing morning has been sucked dry and replaced with the realization that every white girl in here has the same pair of beige booties that I do and I’m hungry and tired and running out of minutes every minute. Read More
Someone asked me about the panic attacks I had last spring and before I realized it, I said four words that were so honest they caught even me off guard. Read More
First let me say--things have been pretty heavy around here, so just know that this is a happy story-- a good story. So hang in there with me.
I’ve shared that I underwent a season of intense anxiety and panic attacks this past spring. I’m gonna be straight up with you: it sucked. But I really really wouldn’t trade it. I wouldn’t go back and change any of it if I could. I learned so much about God and myself. I experienced more intimacy and authenticity in my spiritual life, my marriage, my friendships, and my my church than I ever could have imagined was possible.
At my lowest, most crumpled up, the same thing kept swirling around my head. An image of a mom who was absent and sickly and weak, a mom who was completely unreliable, a mom who couldn’t help herself or anyone else. I felt like darkness had swallowed me up and my kids and husband were paying the price. They couldn’t depend on me. Could they feel the darkness I felt? Read More
Happy Sunday. If you've been around long enough you know that my husband is in full time worship ministry. So some aspects of our Sundays are unique and tiring because of our jobs. I've learned from some wise and Lord-loving women over our years in ministry that, like any job, there are both difficulties and blessings, but when given the chance...dwell on the good stuff. Read More
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“For being so jacked up.” Read More
As I sat sipping my coffee on the outrageously picturesque deck of the house we vacationed at in the mountains of Colorado, I knew one day I would tell the whole story of this amazing trip. With each perfect snapshot I posted online, I wanted to zoom out, not in in the span of my photo but in the reality of my life....The whole truth is that we had an opportunity to go on an amazing vacation for a week without our kids to meet up with some of our best friends from across the country and it was glorious, but it was a painful road. Read More
You can stop now. Stop the striving. Stop the planning. Stop the strategizing and the squeezing things in. You can say no. You don't have to prove you're strong and reliable, not even to yourself. Can I tell you a really scary truth? Read More
It's a funky time for women's Christian culture isn't it? It seems like everyone is building a platform and social media followers and blogs, podcasts, ebooks, books, handmade things, and hustling galore.
Well I'm done. Read More