This present trouble - our county, this world, my own aching heart... It can feel like a smothering weight. It is easy to look at what is happening around us and feel overwhelmed, sad, concerned and a bit lost. Our country is divided. There is so much violence and hatred. We are losing something precious.... Continue Reading →
For some, coming home for Christmas is not easy or possible. For some, the joy of the season is lost in regret, loss, loneliness, isolation. This is a hard season for a lot of people. People are hurting, feel alone, away from loved ones, in mourning. This is not a time of gifts, togetherness, and unending happiness for all. For some it is a very broken Hallmark moment.
Let me hide under the covers, pull my shell over my head and not have to deal with all that is coming at me. I (essentially) have ten days to get everything done - to sort, purge, maintain, survive. To see people, do things, enjoy this state, keep my sanity. And today it feels like a losing battle.
"Just take one big step." His voice seemed to echo into the night. He'd already said it once before...or was it twice? I felt his hand on my back. Could he feel me shaking? I knew he wouldn't push me in. This was a decision I had to make. I looked behind at the other... Continue Reading →
Ten years ago, almost to the day, I said goodbye to the city I love. I had spent the summer in Rwanda, working alongside a church there to send their children to private school. As my time drew to a close I started to wonder where I would go next. I wanted to return to... Continue Reading →
I have written a whole post on the Next Right Thing Podcast before. It is still a weekly staple for me, one that often leaves me in tears on the highway as God is able to break through and gently touch a nerve in my heart. Today the Next Right Thing BOOK comes out and... Continue Reading →
Now I am asking: what did I succeed at today? What little successes, little wins, little "heck yeahs!" did I have? Too often we look at the big things or let one little bad thing define our whole day. But what went really well?
In my prayers I am often a little girl in a flower field. I run my hand along the tops of the flowers that grow wild, up to my waist. I am looking a field with a lake and a beautiful mountain rising before me. I imagine that someday I will be a grown-up here. I will finally not be playing dress-up. But what if that is the entire opposite of what God wants?