This Incarnate Faith
So here is a lenten prayer for presence in the fullness of little-ish kid family. Prayer for my little family Be in our eating, our laughing, our cajoling, our pleading. Be in our frustration, our crying, our words, our hard words. Redeem those words that cannot be unsaid Be in our cleaning, scrubbing, wiping,... Continue Reading →
(Ordination Day) I started working as a pastor and as a university chaplain last year. Officially 28 hours per week. Ended up being between 32-40 almost every week. The jobs are a mix of a lot of meetings, lots of leading, public speaking, organizing, and a lot of alone time, reading and writing and praying.... Continue Reading →
My husband and I were in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner this week when my 8 year old walked in and asked, “But how can we know what’s true?” That’s a "pay attention" question if ever there was one. She went on: “Like with IT. IT told Meg and Calvin that it knew what... Continue Reading →
Last year, the first spring we lived here, we noticed that a pair of black capped chickadees were nesting in the wooden beam across the front of our house. They would flit in and out through a knothole, busy with their little lives. One Sunday in June we noticed a flurry of activity and realized... Continue Reading →
I haven’t written a lot about this time in my family, this time with my mom. I think probably because it is a feat in itself to live through this. I am also hesitant because I am keenly aware that it is not only my story. It is my brother’s story and it is my... Continue Reading →
“Father,” said Flambeau in that infantile and heavy voice he used very seldom. “What are we to do?” His friend’s reply came with the pent promptitude of a gun going off. “Sleep!” cried Father Brown. “Sleep. We have come to the end of the ways. Do you know what sleep is? Do you know that... Continue Reading →
I’ve been thinking about hope all week. What gives us hope? What does it look like in my daily, house-cleaning, school-drop-off, dinner-making-ish, life? What is hope in my home with my girls, with my husband, or with my parents, my brother, my in-laws? What does hope look like to my friends--dear, dear women who... Continue Reading →
I woke up at 3am this morning. I’ve been trying a new thing where I wake up stupid early to read and write and just have at least an hour to collect myself. So I knew my alarm was set for 5am and I needed to go right back to sleep. But I also knew—I... Continue Reading →
A friend of mine is having a baby. Now lots of my friends have had babies but mostly they coincided with me having my own. Now my baby is three and not actually all that babyish anymore. So when my friend told me she was pregnant I was thrilled for her and then had this... Continue Reading →
Ash Wednesday. When we remember that we from dust we came and from dust we return. It is a day to usher in the season of Lent. I have a powerful memory of my husband, just after we got engaged, walking up to the front of the little stone church on a dark cold... Continue Reading →
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