To journal means to sit with our thoughts, to get below the surface, to feel. These are becoming lost arts in our society, and yet they are precisely what we need if we are going to flourish and live together as human beings. Journaling touches on the core of who we are. It is a safe place to let it all out, to dream, to process, to be 100 things at once and yet still be you. Let's get started!
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?