The sun slowed down and Took one last look over the horizon. It had had a long productive day and Could finally meander on to The other side. Meander. That's what my car did - Steady and slow like the sun. "I've been... feeling really quiet." My text whispered through the screen as I Wiped… Continue reading You can be quiet
My mind wandered this morning to John 4 and the woman Jesus spoke with at the well. I'm often reminded of her when I mentor single moms. Why had she come to this well to draw water alone? That was an activity the women did together. For safety. For social interaction. I'll guess why: shame.… Continue reading Lookin’ For Love
I made a huge mistake at work today. To be fair, it's my first week of actually doing my job and I'm still onboarding. But the impact of this was far-reaching. I control 2 email inboxes from the same email account. One is my personal company email. The other is my team's email. I was… Continue reading One heart. Many faces.
Sometimes ordinary rocks contain diamonds. Sometimes what glitters is just plastic.
Everyday for weeks now I've watched women champion and repeat and chant the phrase "I am enough." It's on mugs and graphic t-shirts and books and billboards: "I am enough." Really? Are we? Why do we say this? What are we REALLY saying? What are we enough of or who are we enough for? I… Continue reading I am NOT Enough
I was purging old stuff in the garage this morning. I don't even want to tell you what ALL I found. But I came across something that got me thinking. I came across old Glamour Shots pics of myself from 1995. That was the year I got married. I looked at my pic for a… Continue reading Glamour Shots
The wind from this storm began pulling the car down the road. Not pushing - pulling. I'd never driven in that kind of wind before, nor have I since. I turned on the radio. That weather warning signal - the one with the beeping and squealing - was on. It was on every station. I heard the weather guy say something about a supercell, a tornado, and to take cover.
I love you ladies. All of you. I applaud you and so enjoy watching you become women who love God.
Miracle. This word used to conjure up images of Sunday School mornings in 1984 with 9-year-old me in blonde pigtails in a flowered dress with ruffle back panties, lacy socks, and Mary Janes. It made me picture a flannel graph board with felt-backed cut-outs of Jesus and his disciples. Jesus inevitably had on a brown… Continue reading Do You Believe In Miracles?
One morning shortly after my divorce, as I woke up, I had this vision. I clearly saw a pair of rugged male hands reaching down, digging in, and clasping together underneath a wilted plant. Actually, the plant was beyond wilted—it was dried by the sun, and what had once been some kind of small growth… Continue reading The Gentle Gardener