reckless abandon
a lot can happen in 1 year…
One year. It’s been one year since I took a giant leap of faith and started a blog. I remember my first post. I was terrified. New to writing. Tech un-savvy. Insecure about my idea. I hit the “publish” button and cried because I was so scared it would flop. It feels like a lifetime…
Her name was Hope…
I was almost home, only a block from my house, when I saw her lying there on the side of the road. An elderly woman had fallen into a snowbank and couldn’t get up. I slammed on my brakes, pulled over, and ran to help her. As I got closer, I could smell the alcohol.…
I am with you always…
I am with you always… Jesus said this to his disciples in Matthew 28 as he was sending them out to do life after his death and resurrection. He was giving them his final pep talk, so to speak, before he ascended into heaven, and he was getting them ready to do his work.…
it’s my 40th birthday today…
It’s my 40th birthday today. That seems like a REALLY big number. But I’m ok with it: gray hair, wrinkles, and all. Actually, I’m more than ok. I’m excited about the coming decade. For no other reason than I am hopeful about what God has in store for me. I hope this decade in my…
whispers…
The Sermon on the Mount whispers to us. It can only be heard if we are listening closely. Really listening. Sitting at the feet of Jesus, staring intently at his face, hanging on every word. Listening. Mesmerized by his wisdom. Captivated by his love. Listening. Then, and only then, will we hear it. Quietly…
less of me…
John the Baptist was one.weird.dude. but I really like him. He was potentially the first Jesus freak. He lived in the wilderness by himself, wore clothes made of camel hair, and ate locusts and honey for food. Not your average Joe…or John. I bet he didn’t fit in with anyone. I’m sure few people understood…
what am I supposed to be?
It took me a lot of years to know what I wanted to be when I grew up. Like a LOT of years. I kept asking God, what am I supposed to be? But there was never a clear response from him. Well, maybe there was, but I wasn’t a very good listener. Back in…
when God feels distant…
Have you ever read something that haunted you afterward? I read a blog a few weeks ago and thought about how I wanted to respond for days. I thought about it when I was driving in my car. I thought about it when I was laying in bed at night. I thought about it when…
extravagant love…
Extravagant love. Over-the-top, sold out, totally devoted love. Beautiful. Lavish. Gut-wrenching Love. I was struck by a display of this opulent kind of love this morning as I read John 12. Mary and Martha were hosting a dinner party in honor of Jesus; a thankful tribute to the miracle he had performed in their family…