Wednesday, November 25, 2015

a very special announcement

So I tried Blab for the first time last night and despite my inexperience I LOVED IT!  If you missed me fumbling through my big announcement you can check it out below.

You can also join us live next Tuesday, December 1st at 9:09pm for a Blab Book Launch Party!  I would so love to see your face {and hear your voice!} there!

Monday, November 23, 2015

who will make the introduction?

This post was originally published here in March 2013.  As our church wraps up a series on what it means to be 'the church' I was reminded of these words.  I believe with my whole heart that the church is to be the bearer of hope for the world.  We get it wrong a lot of the time but I will never stop trying to get it right.  If we don't, who will?
I wish I could have held her hands in mine and looked deep into her eyes - unafraid of what was hiding there.  Did I pass her on the street?  Did I bump into her in the grocery store?  Did I walk right by unaware of the war that was being waged for her heart?

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

if you want to talk about something more important than starbucks cups

As we talked, I cried right into my cobb salad.  Right there next to the glassed-in play area where the kids were squealing and laughing and running wild, I let the tears run too.

It's not the first time I've been a blubbering mess in Chick-fil-a and it probably won't be the last.  When you are a mama of little ones you connect with people whenever and wherever you can.

Thursday, October 29, 2015

when you are wrestling

As I write, I can hear the kids wrestling with their daddy in the basement.  There is giggling and squealing with delight and an occasional desperate cry to 'LET ME UP!'

I have been wrestling.

Unlike my kids I have more of a tendency to demand my release than to laugh and have fun.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

the unlikely place where love is found

Have you ever compared yourself to someone else?
I never do that.

That's a lie.

I've compared myself to others and come out on top.
I've compared myself to others and come out on the bottom.
And I've landed everywhere in between.

It's a slow and painful death to our spirits.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

when it's worth dying for

I walked in the house with my arms piled full of trash from the car.  

It's amazing how we automatically move through the simple tasks of our days in the middle of crisis.  Sometimes it's the only thing that holds us together.  

Friday, September 25, 2015

when you're ready for a change of seasons

Summers in the south can lay heavy and oppressive.  It seems we've been moving in slow motion for months - dragging the weight of the hot humid air everywhere we go.

Fall came early last week and she was a welcome guest.  The cool, crisp mornings cut through my skin and suddenly I am awake, alive again.

Even if we're strong enough to carry heavy things, there's only so far we can go before our bodies give out from fatigue.  Our steps slow to a halt and then we stand still, and full of burden, waiting for the reprieve.