When in doubt

I've mentioned before I was quite neurotic as a child, nervous and over-analyzing. Afraid to be wrong. That's still me, but the stakes are higher. I'm not just deciding which clothes will make me popular. Now I'm choosing financial investments and career moves. Big stuff. My mind swirls with great ideas and good intentions, things … Continue reading When in doubt

Unblock your writer

"I write in terror. I have to talk myself into bravery with every sentence, sometimes every syllable." –Cynthia Ozick "Don’t simply tell me that faith saves you, tell me how it almost failed you, too. Don’t tell me about love, speak of your passion. Don’t tell me you’re hurt, let me see your heart breaking. … Continue reading Unblock your writer

How to feel like a good mom when you tuck yourself in

Motherhood is teaching me a lot about my human-hood. And it hurts. I face off against the frayed and tasseled ends of my patience and goodness every time my voice shouts too loud, or when my son's unexplainable need to fish in the toilet stirs up my ugly, unreasonable side. I don't like that girl … Continue reading How to feel like a good mom when you tuck yourself in

Fear and Faith: Stories of Healing

You may remember that a few weeks ago, I went to a conference and mustered some courage from seeing God do the impossible. And then I started to believe it was possible. And that maybe God could use me to bring healing to people's bodies and lives too. For years, I complained to God that … Continue reading Fear and Faith: Stories of Healing

There’s Always Money in the Banana Stand Cream Pie

This afternoon, my kitchen was a mess from lunch with friends, and I just left it that way. Now it's dinner time, and I should be fixing something with protein in it, but instead I decided I wanted to make a banana cream pie. I'm a terribly impractical cook. But in my defense, today is … Continue reading There’s Always Money in the Banana Stand Cream Pie

Losing beauty

I stood in the bathroom and swished my short mop between my hands one more time. Staring into the mirror last night, I complained aloud to my mother that I didn't feel like myself. "I want my glamour back," I whined. "I feel like a news anchor or a soccer mom. It's so suburban. So … Continue reading Losing beauty

It’s almost impossible

On Sunday, amidst the usual flurry of activity, my friend, Kerry, shoved Freefall to Fly into my hands. The exchange happened in seconds. I don't really remember why she gave it to me, except that we had talked about it recently. She was spot on. This is what I needed to read. Somewhere hidden in the … Continue reading It’s almost impossible

The battle of healing among the sick

It was about two and a half weeks ago, a Monday, and the healing conference was only a day behind me. I didn't pray for any strangers for healing at the conference, but after coming home and hearing the stories I'd heard, I decided I was going to do it. I would stop saying "No" … Continue reading The battle of healing among the sick

Stories of Fear and Faith #6.1

https://vimeo.com/63140117 This is all a little surreal. I'm really doing it though. I am praying for strangers and friends alike for healing. I am realizing what an adventurous God I'm working with here. He loves so much. I just have to stay connected to that love or I'm headed for compassion burnout. But it's been … Continue reading Stories of Fear and Faith #6.1