Exploring the Wild & Beautiful Places of Faith
Have you noticed lately that People of the Cross seem to be lining up more with political parties and less with particular positions? Or maybe that's just us in this crazy cowboy country. We pick from a couple letters of the alphabet and somehow that's supposed to clarify everything we believe on anything. But a…
Continue reading ➞ The 3×5 Challenge: What to Do Before You Pick A Position on Anything (Week 3)
It's been a week of small, hard stops. Three times a day for five minutes to try to slow the breath, quiet the noise and declutter the soul. One week in and I've already missed a few, days when the alarm clock blared and I just couldn't drag myself up because of long hours and…
Continue reading ➞ The 3×5 Challenge: When You’re Ready to Get Specific (Week 2)
I read this list of 25 that's supposed to keep me from feeling overwhelmed and yeah, I'd love to remember it but truth be told, I'd probably forget I lit that candle and near burn the house down. Even on my best days, it's feels like more for me to try and remember, another way for me…
The wheels start to lift and I turn the phone to airplane mode, hitting play on the music. As we ascend above the clouds, the noise from the day-to-day slips away and my thoughts drift to the bird's eye view of my life. In the digital desert of the sky, Abba and I start talking. Or…
Continue reading ➞ The 3×5 Challenge: When Your Soul Needs A Detox
They cheered on the floor of the Senate while Lady Liberty, she must have been shedding a tear. She’s standing there holding that torch to welcome the tired, the poor, the outcast, and right behind her on the shores of New York, they’re stripping little girls of the right to live. Sure, those girls are…
First-girl is running around the backyard, cutting grass to feed to the neighbor chickens. Second Little has a carrot the size of her arm in her hand, freshly pulled from our miracle garden, because really, who would have ever thought I could grow something from soil and sun? We're sitting in the backyard, waiting in…
Continue reading ➞ Why a Picture Still Falls Short After a Thousand Words
We’re twenty minutes into arguing about throwing First Girl a birthday party before it slowly dawns on me that this isn’t about her at all. At least not really. I’m standing there arguing that she needs some friends when I’m really fighting hard for another little girl. A girl I know all too well who…
Continue reading ➞ When You’re Trying to Help Your Wounded, Younger Self
