Brave Enough to Enjoy

I stood alone on a heavily trafficked side street in Prague. I missed my family; I had not yet met up with my Czech friends, and I was emotionally struggling in this beloved city. Having visited Prague a dozen times, it was practically a second home, but the loneliness, that feeling was new to me….

No Unsabbathed Life

We expect hard work in our house. Early in our marriage, my husband went 5 years without taking a vacation for a variety of reasons. After five years of no time to slow down, no time to assess, no time to renew, we had some very serious talks about changing our rhythms. By the end…

Off the Pride Ride

The rollercoaster of pride keeps us measuring ourselves to others. “I am better than…” “I am worse than…” Versions of these sayings speed through our heads, self-promoting one second, self-destructing the next. But where pride leads us to compare, humility leads us to celebrate. If we can get off the pride ride just for a…

Christmas Cactus

The Christmas Cactus A small and powerful reminder that there is still hope and growth in the cold, dark seasons, just as there is in the warm, bright seasons. I guess it makes perfect sense that it blooms at Christmas time. A time when we remember: In the soft infant skin, in the wonder-filled infant…

Armed With a Playlist

As the bread ran low and our fruit drawer held a solitary lemon, I knew the time had come. The store is in my sights and I wonder if needing a musical distraction makes me weak.  Is it fighting or hiding?  Is it brave or pathetic?  The thoughts turn in my mind as I turn…

Fear is a Liar

Fear is a liar. Clammy palms, gangly fingers ripping hearts away from beauty and light and adventure. Drowning out cheers left alone, empty and dark. Fear is a liar. – Fear is a liar. Beady eyes, twisted smile lurking around dreams devouring hope, faith, and truth. Covering the sun blinding with rain, thunder, hail. Fear…

BREAD!!!

I love bread.  In the winter, when big, giant snow flakes fall onto the cold ground, the experience of making homemade cinnamon craisin bread just speaks my heart language.  I enjoy every piece of it, putting the ingredients into the bread maker with my 6 year old son, watching his excitement as he pushes the…

Glory Photography

For a period of time in my life, I really struggled to connect with the Lord.  It broke my heart honestly.  I lost my love for reading the Bible, I lost my passion to write and journal, I lost my desire to wake up extra early to spend time with God.  All of the things…

Unearthing my love for the Word

I grieved as I buried the part of my soul that was deeply stirred by reading the Word.  I shed tears when I realized that through studying the Bible at Seminary, one of my most intimate ways of experiancing The Lord was suffocated under grades, quizes, and tests.  Disecting the Scriptures for the head knowledge…

My Anthem

“Strip Me”-Natasha Bedingfield La-la-la-la-la la lala la la-la la lala [repeat] Everyday I fight for all my future somethings A thousand little wars I have to choose between I could spend a lifetime earning things I don’t need That’s like chasing rainbows and coming home empty And if you strip me, strip it all away…