Walking with a heavy load

Just because no one sees the heavy, doesn’t mean it isn’t dragging you down.

I’m done. Carry me.

I think it is safe to say that 2020 was not at all what I envisioned. Probably for any of us. For the first time in my life, instead of toasting in the new year, I will be toasting the old one goodbye. It isn’t that 2020 didn’t have moments of good. There were plenty …

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Let’s try this again

It has become painfully obvious that, for me, social media takes more than it gives. My patience shrinks instantaneously. My passion for my life's work - which is not all that glamorous -hello motherhood- shrivels up. I lost what little vision I had gained over the few weeks I was away.

Trust, in the face of Discouragement and Fear

Somehow the cacophony of chaos drowned out the voice of the Holy Spirit whispering Jubilee over my life. Every time we would catch our breath, someone would throw another crap pie in our faces. It has been an endless cycle trying to scramble out of the pit, only to have the walls collapse under our feet.

Flashes of Light in Darkness

When you've lived in a season of hard for a long time, a season that feels endless, where each step forward is met with crumbling ground, and each inch gained is met with forceful resistance, it is easy to let weariness become your baseline. But weariness was never meant to be our normal. We were created to have joy in the midst of all the terrible happenings, peace when chaos reigns supreme, and confidence in the one who writes the story.

Something New, But Still Familiar

As we sat around eating frozen custard with my parents, my mom casually mentioned the Ash Wednesday service at her church. I was raised Lutheran, familiar with the liturgical calendar and symbolism found in the routines and rhythms there in. The smudge found on the forehead of so many today a reminder that they were …

Pulling Weeds

Sometimes the dreams we are dreaming are not the dreams the Lord gave us to dream, and when we remove them, we make room in the soil for better things to grow.

Wonky Pots Still Hold Plants

As I've been surviving this, what seems never ending, season of hard, I've been trying my hand at new things. I took up watercolor painting which I love. Desperately. That started simply one night as I wept in my bed, worshipping, wondering when it would ever end, and why were we walking through all these …

Permission Granted

I have a confession. I am high skilled at the art of failing to follow through. I can spitball ideas and plans with the best of them. I can even begin in the project, but when it comes to finishing, well... I'm not saying I never finish anything. I've got at least as many books …

Let’s catch up

Since I took a small hiatus from sharing life, I thought maybe a quick catch up was in order. Although many of the things I'm going to share really require their own space here. Because a lot has happened. And very little of it good.
In fact, we found ourselves handed one poop pie after the other over the past year and a half.