Tonight I’m going to do something different than usual. I’m going to make dinner. (As i write this, Brandon tells me- you can’t write that unless you’re actually going to do it). He knows me. What is something that you need to do different than usual? I have a friend who gave me the phrase:
In the middle school I went to students had two options: 1. Sing in the choir or 2. Play in the band. I choose band and my thoughts drifted me into dreams of being Kenny G. In that dream, I could play a continuous note on the sax because like, Kenny G, I mastered breathing
I started this post a long time ago but Googling “lizard brain” took me clicking from website to website like a hungry learner on crack. I’m proud to finally be writing something. Over the weekend I read, Poke the Box. In the book, Seth Godin refers to some work by Steven Pressfield and what he
I’m starting to see a startling trend: Mondays are forever difficult days for me. The clock is slower, the meetings are longer, and the topics are harder. But I’ve never been one to take crap from any day of the week, not even you Monday! So this is it. Today is going to be great!
Thanks to a surprise gift from a friend, I’m reading Bossypants by Tina Fey. I hate book reviews so I won’t make you read a play by play about each chapter I complete (I’ll save that for dinner conversation with my husband- he’ll like that!). But still, there is one section in the book that
Still. The silence in the room is the closest to contentment that I’ve felt in… a while. I haven’t made quiet space to allow deep breathing for me to just be me (whatever that means). I’m fried. Each day I start out with a pep talk: I can do it. Then as each minute of
I’m writing tonight about something that has been on my mind for quite some time. I’ve considered writing about it but never had the energy to put it into something comprehendible. For the past 7 years, I’ve been involved in student ministry in some capacity. My involvement in the ministry stems largely from the value
Each time she pushed the thin gray layer of bangs back from her forehead, I was sure they were going to fall back in an asymmetrical lump above her eyes. But they didn’t. They sprang gently back to resting on her forehead in perfect spacing. And then I wondered how much younger she would look
I’ve been quiet on this medium for a month but that doesn’t mean my head has been empty. It’s been full. I just spent the past days on a church high school retreat. Although, the description, “church high school retreat” doesn’t do what happened this weekend justice. There is something amazing about high school students.
Sometimes I need to take a deep breath and let myself slow down my rushed thoughts. My mind hurries in every moment always thinking dreaming of the next thing things thought. Next. I’m leaving you well and whole. That’s my parting gift to you. Peace… John 14:27