I am a Mother

I haven’t been writing much at all – life is so full all the time. Mostly mothering – mothering my children, mothering my congregation. I am a mother. I am tending to things all the time – tending, nurturing, teaching, caring, loving. I am a mother. I never thought I was mom material – maybe … More I am a Mother

Gordon

I still have several boxes containing the manuscripts my dad wrote. He wrote theological books and poetry, some rambling memoirs as well. I will always keep those weathered pages. He poured himself into those projects and had great hopes of being remembered as an author. I remember him that way. Dad was born at his … More Gordon

Brave Little Boy

There was a talent show yesterday at my boys’ elementary school. I had known for the last year that my younger son, Jesse, was interested in singing a song for it. Over the course of the last few months he has changed his mind repeatedly regarding the song he wanted to sing. He would sing … More Brave Little Boy

Abundance

Today was one of those Sundays where no sermon could fully be formulated until the wee hours of Sunday morning. Then, when it came, I wrote about abundance – the text was about how Jesus came to give life and give it abundantly. I asked the congregation what abundance is to them. After church one … More Abundance

The Journey

The Journey One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice — though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you … More The Journey

Fear

Oh God, I am so deeply scared. That is the sum of it. Fear, Panic, Anxiety, Terror Name it, claim it, and move forward – Finally And now let it be that when the apprehension rises up in me As it will I will see it and know it for what it is – Just fear … More Fear

Burning Bridges

In the late summer of 1996, I was 26 years old and I had packed up my car and headed to Wyoming for an internship at a church there. It was just me and a pile of cassette tapes and a boombox next to me as I drove across the prairie toward my home for … More Burning Bridges