finding your place in the story

finding your place in the story

Gathering the basket loaded with damp clothes and towels, I step out onto the patio.  I stepped out barefoot knowing the risks, as stray twigs and abandoned bubble wands press into the soles of my feet. The path ahead is sketchier than the first few steps as I must...
God steps over the fence

God steps over the fence

He’s in tears over his propensity to worry. He’s crying over his chicken fingers and I know this is more than the fact that he is admittedly over-tired. These tears come from a deeper place. A fearful place I know too well. He builds fences around himself...
lessons from the kitchen {on rising}

lessons from the kitchen {on rising}

[serialposts]I come from a long line of food lovers, and some of my strongest memories are connected to family kitchens I remember in snap-shot snippets. It’s no surprise to me that I feel closest to God when I bake. It was only last year when I felt Him smile...
casting stones

casting stones

Sitting there, in the comfort of my private family room, watching Lance Armstrong confess his sins on public television, the edges of my mouth tightened in disgust. God help me, that was my first reaction–not pity, not sorrow for him, but disgust at the size of...
when love interrupts

when love interrupts

It’s after 11:30PM when I finally fall into bed. I hadn’t intended on staying up that late but there’s work to be done and so, it just happened that way. It’s seems like it’s only minutes later, when I hear her calling out to me in the...