Lost in Laundry

I am learning that whatever imparts relational wounds in my life, is often the very same mechanism by which I heal. If you’ve been betrayed by a friend you trusted…trusting a new friend will begin to heal you. If you’ve been hurt by a faith community, a new, messy, imperfect, accepting faith community will bear…

[Squat.] I hate this. [Squat.] When is this going to be over. [Squat.] My legs are on fire. [Squat.] Why did I sign up for this. [Squat.] What kind of word is “squat”? [Squat.] It’s a gross disgusting word. [Squat.] I’m never going to get any better at this. [Squat.] I am the least in shape person in this gym. [Squat.] I could…

I had a goal this year to be on social media less and on my Kindle app more. So, like, in those spare minutes when I would normally pick up my phone and scroll thru Facebook, the plan was to instead pick up my phone and open my Kindle app and read a few paragraphs.…

One day last month or so (I promise, it feels like last month) I was teaching him to count pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters. And then one day I glanced up and his Dad is teaching him how to manage his new checking account from his phone. He’s 15 this month, and he has a bank account, and I wanna cry…

Every so often I take my early morning cup of coffee and step outside. I leave my phone behind so that I can just enjoy the trees and birds and sunrise in the moment instead of taking a photo and captioning it in my mind for later sharing on social media.  (It’s a real problem I…

A friend gifted me a liturgical day planner called “Sacred Ordinary Days.” The word liturgical has previously felt mostly like a mystery to me. I’m not familiar with liturgical worship services or traditions; however, I am appreciating the sweet solace in ordinary quiet rhythms, and feeling a pull toward ancient rituals and solemn, holy routine.  Reading excerpts from…

Mom’s of toddlers make an event of sharing the maddening, but ultimately laughable, stories of mayhem and destruction that the 5 and under set wreak upon our lives. In this stage of mothering, the rare coffee date with a group of friends explodes into laughter over the mischievous tales of your rambunctious toddler. Even the…

My relationship with Facebook is the same as every other mid-thirties mom I know:  We love seeing pictures and hearing about the daily lives of friends and family far away.  We hate how it becomes a time drain and leaves us feeling like we suddenly look up from our phone to realize we just wasted 45…

  Sitting on my back porch today, looking at those pretty woods dotted with redbud trees, I remembered a page in my journal from not quite 2 years ago that I recently stumbled upon:     This light-hearted journal page, full of little wishes uttered as weak prayers, was written at a time when our…