It's not easy to live a Jesus & others-centric life in a me-centric culture. Join me in exploring how even the messy and mundane parts of our lives can be reclaimed with meaning and purpose!
As a teenager, I pictured my faith like a china doll on a shelf. I had a pretty spirituality, something to both enjoy and show off. It was helpful and brought me feelings of peace. I was proud of my faith, and perfecting it (which seemed like an attainable goal at the time) was my aim.
“Don’t pull away! You’ll rip it! You have to come towards the problem to fix it.” My four year old…
Sooo…. confession time. I hugged a stranger in the parking lot. In other times, this might have been acceptable, at least to some people. (Where my huggers at?! You get me!) But now we are all lepers, all unclean, barely able to look each other in the eye and give an uncomfortable nod. I KNOW I broke the rules.
I’ve been a stay-at-home mom with a part-time job for almost 12 years now. It has felt a little odd,…
In our hearts, we want the genuinely strong stuff that can withstand all the weathering and battering that life dishes out. We marvel at the tin and oak and glass of our grandparent’s generation. “Things just aren’t made the way they used to be,” we say. But when it comes to daily reality, we settle for furniture that looks strong enough to have survived years of cuts and scratches, but is just glued together with pressed wood and thin nails.
Camping with small children might feel like more of a hassle than it’s worth, but the memories we have made…
I experimented with MANY recipes while camping for almost a month straight with four small children. After all of my…
Lately a lot of things I trusted in have gotten shaky. The entrepreneurial venture my husband embarked on ended after 2 1/2 years with disappointment, injustice, and a net loss of money. The small church I have poured myself into over the past seven years has shrunk even more over the last few months. And conflicts out of my control have attacked my peace during nights of little sleep.
Wiggling, squirming, “falling” out of their chairs… giggling, snorting, popcorn missing their mouths and hitting the floor. Eighteen middle school…
My husband and I always said that “someday” we wanted to foster or adopt. When we were challenged by a…
We make Church and Christianity and following Jesus so complicated. But it’s pretty simple, really. The Good News Both elevates…
Twenty of us were sitting in the living room on a mish-mash of recliners, couches, and chairs pulled in from…
If you have talent healing words money a home leadership skills time creativity energy wisdom food freedom… Please do not…
I used to pity the woman with the issue of blood. Twelve years of unresolved pain, draining her energy and health…
Whether the weather is getting to you or whether the “clouds” overhead look more like grief or anxiety, we all…
