Helping you connect your faith with your real life
I’m wondering if we got the New Year off to a rocky start? Sometimes I think it should be all glitzy and shiny, but that’s not how we roll here, now is it? Because here’s the truth of it all: it’s just another page on the calendar. Yes, yes. I know. Clean slate. Fresh start.
We see it all of the internet right now: What are your dreams for this year? Dream big! What’s your word of the year? Set goals! You can have whatever you put your mind to! Except you can’t. With terminal illness on the horizon a person may only be able to dream about making it through
Discover The Gifts of Imperfection to help you let go of who you think you should be and embrace who you are. Staring at the calendar I realized I messed up. I double booked things and now I had a mess to untangle. First, my daughter needed me to bring her to the doctor at
I’m not a fan of resolutions. It’s not that the concept isn’t good. I love the idea of setting new goals and checking things off a list to better oneself. The thing I’m not a fan of? Self sabotage. The Usual Routine It’s what always happens to me when I’ve tried to set a New
I think about all the gifts I have, posting them with hashtags and pictures to shout my gratitude across the virtual web of this great big world. I am full and grateful for my life and my people and my luxuries. But sometimes there is a whisper that feels like a curse: sometimes I want
I had held back the tears as long as I could. I never meant to cry about this. I never meant to get worked up. But emotion found me just the same and finally like pulling the plug on a tub of water, I let it out. It was nothing big. We had been talking
Right about now is when we start feeling the pressure. The endless to do lists filled with holiday happenings taunt us that we are never going to get it done. That we are never going to be enough. Whether the tree goes up weeks ahead in its Christmas glory or the night before with a
This is the time of year when we get wrapped up…wrapped up in the endless lists, the decorating, the fa la la-ing, school concerts, even the wrapping! I find myself moving away from lights and cookies and gifts to cleaning and shopping and grumbling — oh my! Instead of staying in this wrapped up place
This simple holiday letter reminds my kids what matters to them and to me this holiday season. Dear Kids, I know you’ll be happy this Christmas. The lights and the gifts and the family fun. You’ll love it. Probably. Mostly. I mean, you’ll enjoy parts of it. Because here’s the thing: I know you’ll be
I caught myself today. Much like recently when I was brushing my teeth, except this time I was out for a walk. Today the thoughts were running ahead of me. (Even when I manage to be quiet, sometimes the thoughts run like that ticker at the bottom of the news screen, never-ending and lacking the substance
