After a long week filled with long conversations with foster-to-adopt moms and dads who are longing for adoption day, I wrote this. It's a window into the bedtime routine of a parent who waits. While You Are Sleeping While you are sleeping Steady breaths fill the air I stop and pause and wait a moment [...]
Journey On
I breathed with that baby. I breathed with her right out of my womb. Months to days and days to hours and hours to minutes and minutes to seconds. Life growing and giving in unison. Life’s rhythm took me by the hand. It guided me through. Branches. Leaves. Thorns. Sweat beaten brow. Body aching, wrenching, [...]
Love Until it Hurts
Love hurts.At least real, true love does.Relentless, selfless, overpowering love does.Fierce, unstoppable, fall-to-your-knees-and-beg love does.Have you felt the sting of this love? Has your body ached from head to toe as it has been ravaged and consumed by this love?I feel it… Love that hurts. Deep breaths burning as love inhales.I love my children. My [...]
How Becoming a Pastor Made a Woman Out of Me
How Becoming a Pastor Made a Woman Out of Me So great to write an article for such an awesome effort for gender equality in the church, The Junia Project!
Something that has not yet come across my Facebook feed, but I really want it to…
Dear Friend Who Might Not Identify with the Christian Faith, Once again, I am so embarrassed. I have to apologize. Apparently, some of us Christians still haven’t figured out what causes are worth defending and fighting for. Apparently, we still have a difficult time understanding what true justice is. Apparently, there is something we still [...]
Grief and Grace
Babies have a way of making everything softer… Voice’s edges round out. Gentler. Hands loosen to hold and nurture. Warmer. Eyes tenderize in grace. Kinder. Babies have a way of slowing everything down… Feet’s steps steady. Quieter. Breath goes in deep. Fuller. Schedules put on hold. Calmer. With unrelenting hope we softened and slowed. Hope [...]
Fluidity
I cup my hands as life is poured into them… Splashing. Dripping. Spilling. Gushing in. Trickling Out. Clear, smooth liquid seeps through my fingers. I tighten and clench lest none be lost as I kneel and bow and receive. And as water escapes, the smell of change permeates my home... It blows through gently like [...]
