This blog is a bit of a confession. Here goes. I thought that following God and being a Christian would lead to a life that was kind of easy, filled only with joy, free from pain and sorrow. Silly me. I’m not even sure where I got that idea...
READ MORESummer in Colorado is a marvelous thing. The people that populate the state are some of the fittest in the nation and rate as the slimmest. Come summer, gyms empty and the outdoor activities, always rampant, explode. Hiking. Climbing. ...
READ MOREYes, it’s a theme. It’s going to remain a theme for a while because I want to press into it almost as much as I want to press into the heart of God. (But nothing can come close to that!) This summer, I feel like I am just beginning to...
READ MOREWhen I go hiking with my family I always bring up the rear. This began when they were little tikes in an attempt to keep them from wandering off the path or killing each other. John was the engine, leading the way through bush and brush and I...
READ MOREI saw your wife this morning grab for the pole as the train at Denver International Airport lurched into movement. She bumped you. You were irritated. “I need to hold on,” I heard her explain apologetically. Out of the corner of my...
READ MOREIn honor of my mother. She left this earth fourteen years ago but she never left my heart. Residing in Heaven, her fragrance and her undeniable beauty…remain. I love you, Mom. Thank you for loving me.
At six years old, my...
READ MOREOn sunny days, when my three sons were young, we would walk to the park near our home to swing and climb and play. A one car family, our outings were a respite of joy! We were blessed to have a car that ran but, well, it wasn’t a very nice...
READ MOREI like movies and I’m a woman who, if given the option, reads the book first. I love to get lost in a good story. When I first read Unbroken a few years ago, I was completely captured. I was (as were millions of others)...
READ MOREI haven’t made New Year’s resolutions for millennia. Ok, for centuries. Well, for decades anyway. But the turn of the calendar makes for such a great opportunity to look back and to look ahead. It’s affords a moment to check in with your soul...
READ MORE“How will I know if he really loves me?” sang Whitney Houston in an old classic. It’s an important question. We live in a world filled with tangible realities but it seems that the most important questions of all remain in the realm of...
READ MOREIt’s hard for me to let you go.
I look at you and I see the young man that you are. I do. I really do. I see you but I don’t see you. I have to keep reminding myself that you are not 14 years old. Or 6 or 2 or 12. I look at...
READ MOREIn the tenth grade I went on a dare with my sister to see who could go the longest without eating anything. As we both had a few pounds to lose, my mother encouraged the competition. I was really happy when nearing the end of day three my sister...
READ MOREI was just hiding out of sight on the staircase eavesdropping on my son’s phone conversation. It was fabulous!
It’s okay. He was recording a radio interview with my husband that will air later in the week. I was hiding so I didn’t...
READ MOREI put the silverware into the dishwasher prongs down. That way, when I go to remove the clean and shiny silverware, I only touch the handles. I don’t touch the scoop of the spoon where someone will put his or her mouth. I don’t handle the...
READ MOREMy friend’s son is in boot camp. He doesn’t hail from a military family but he lives in a military town and he knew what to expect. Further, he’s an athlete. He’s strong and lithe and knows intimately what it means to push himself beyond all...
READ MORE“Would you please get me some apple juice?” my husband John asked. He was standing in front of the open refrigerator longing for juice but unable to get it for himself. One broken wrist was in a cast, the other in bandages recovering...
READ MORESelf-judgment can feel to me, well, justified. But that hard kernel of shame does not yield a fruit of self-control or change or any other good thing in my life. Instead, it turns into a shield that affects my capacity to receive Love. It...
READ MOREI am not a morning person.
Some of my favorite words to wake to are, “Your coffee is ready.” To me that means, “I love you!” Also, I have broken more than my share of carafes in the morning because, like I said, I am not a...
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I recently had the honor and the sorrow (yes, at the same time) of being at the Memorial Service for my friend’s 24-year-old son, Jason.
Let there be wailing and the gnashing of teeth.
Death is wrong. I...
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