The never ending, always expanding, role of mothering

There was something about the role of mothering that came natural to me. It started, perhaps, as granny mothered me in times I only know through photographs. Mama was in seminary where they couldn’t take their kids in those days. Daddy was pastoring a church while mama finished so granny filled the gap and so began a relationship that would keep us connected for long enough for her to see...

When Celebrating our Anniversary Celebrates Others

The more the numbers add up and years pass, the more significant our time together becomes. In our society of throwaway everything, including marriages, having a long-term marriage means something. We recently celebrated our 39th wedding anniversary. Yeah, that’s a big number. Even more, that’s a lot of learning and relearning, mostly how to gather around you good people to help nurture you through the tides of life. So much...

Being Single in The Church Today

by Annie Rim In my mid-twenties, after having gone on only a couple dates, I decided to come to terms with the fact that I would most likely be single the rest of my life. I started making plans and dreaming dreams that included only me – no imaginary partner. My mid-thirties self gives an enormous eye-roll. I was married in my late twenties and am now living the stereotypical...

Church: Is it just a word?

Church is defined by Webster as “a building for public and especially Christian worship”. However, if I had to a guess, when you hear the word “church,” that’s probably not what comes to mind. Whether you’ve gone to church since you were days old, you are new to the whole “church scene,” or you’ve been there, done that, never going again — we all have our own definitions of church....

When Going to Church Helps Me Stretch

“Mom, cereal?” She asks, as I’m gathering my thoughts and coffee for the morning. I’m not ready for this, I think. I hadn’t heard her come down the steps. I stretch, releasing the  ­tight muscles cramped from sleeping. I’m buying time or what’s going to be a lot of questions peppered at me in rapid fire. “Did you forget about my drink again?” “Mom, are you awake?” “Did you hear...

When One Preschooler Throws a Popsicle Festival

We live in a neighborhood where the ministry of popsicles is alive and well. Most evenings, when the sun isn’t quite as hot or high, a little bicycle gang emerges and our cul-de-sac is filled with pedals and scooters and wild kids. They run until a knee is scraped and then someone brings out the healing power of frozen juice. We sit under a tree cooling off and recovering. A...

Throwback Thursday {1980}

I love looking at this picture because it brings back memories of a special time in our lives. Our co-pastor at that time calls it their Camelot. These babies and preschooler’s remind me of the bonds of friendship shared and how it was expressed in fellowship with each other. We had bible studies in our homes, cookouts in the summer and a Christmas party where I tried requesting “no jeans”...

The clothesline

It was fun, running through the clean sheets hanging on the line in Granny’s backyard. I’d stand next to her when it was time to take it in, wishing I was taller so I could take the clothespins off the line. She had this fabric bag that would slide along the line as she took off the clothes and put the wooden clothespins in it. Only a child would think...