Exploring the Wild & Beautiful Places of Faith
I’ve been mulling over my latest post this past week and while the words read clear to me, there begs some clarification. In trying to be creative or compassionate without making too stark a statement, we can end up being confusing. So let me try and say in plain speak what was perhaps clouded in too many…
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
A year ago I joined a club of women I never wanted to be part of. We’re the moms who’ve held our babes in our hearts and our wombs but never really in our arms. I spent the better part of the next twelve months aching for another, each month hoping it would bring news…
Continue reading ➞ A Special Announcement from Our Little Tribe
It's Palm Sunday and I'm grumbling in the back, feeling anything but arm waving and hallelujahs. And Abba, He gently nudges me, gently asks why the dark cloud? It takes me a few minutes and then I hit on it. I'm so disappointed that I once again fell for the trap. The trap of an…
Continue reading ➞ Why the Cross is Hope for all Our Busted Expectations
Forty five years ago the high court hands down an earth shattering decision. And ever since then we've been arguing about whether a woman's right to choose outweighs a child's right to live. But every woman was once a child in the womb. And when exactly did her right to choice get started if not…
