The older I’ve gotten, the more difficult gift giving has become. It’s not that I don’t want to give my dad something amazing — I just have not idea what else he possible wants/needs. I have the same issue on Mother’s Day and Christmas. It would probably be easier if my dad super-techie. If he … More I call him “daddy”
June 8th is Best Friends Day. This isn’t to be confused with Friendship Day — which is a different (and apparently much debated) day. I shared 5 semi-wise lessons for adult friendship earlier this week and I’m going to continue on the friendship line again today. Only this time it’ll be with a Jesus twist. … More Come Along Joshua
I wanted the title of this post to be “Dun, Dun, Dun! Friendship… as an big person!” But it’s not. Instead it’s probably something nicer. Oh well, you can’t win them all. Plus, as an adult who has to watch calories and such, “big person” has a different meaning now. What I actually meant was … More 5 Semi-Wise Lessons on Friendship
Life has been a crazy ride the last few months. It’s finally settling into something that looks “normal” and all I can say is “whew!” It’s not been a bad ride, just busy. After almost ten years, we stepped down from church leadership. We moved out of the four bedroom house supplied by the church … More 3 Ways to Wait Better
Although she’s still mainstream, I feel fewer people are talking about Marie Kondo right now. Maybe it’s because New Year’s Resolutions have fallen pretty far to the wayside or maybe it’s because everyone’s already watched her new Netflix series. Still, so many people seem to be all heart eye emoji about her methods. Well, I … More A Sorta Grief & Contentment
When Jesus came into Peter’s house, he saw Peter’s mother-in-law lying in bed with a fever. Matthew 8: 14 When I originally wrote this post, I was preparing to go to Nashville, TN. Being married to a youth pastor, I get the extreme pleasure of being able to witness God transforming a teenager’s life as … More Distraction? Spiritual Warfare? or Life?
I walk into the room and the same feeling of dread washes over me. Taking a seat, I try to appear more relaxed and at ease than I feel. I’m telling myself that I’m part of the team so I belong there. I repeat: I belong. I belong. I belong. But I don’t. Every fiber … More That feeling of Un-belonging