What do you collect?

He picks up a shell from the shore. “This looks like a heart….sort of”, he says. Yes, it does, sort of. Close enough to add to the other sort of heart-shaped shells we collect. You tend to find what you’re looking for. We look for hearts. No special reason except the first time we spied a shell that resembled a heart it seemed special. They aren’t made in heart shapes....

Sweet Comfort {literally}

Comfort is a word with a double edge. We are urged to get out of our comfort zone and curb our indulgence in our comfort foods, the pint of Ben and Jerry’s we crave at the end of a hard day….not our best go-to. Comfort is familiar. It is routine and known and safe. It is also complacency and hiding and avoidance. When does the contentment that soothes your soul become...

What’s it worth to you?

  When we were kids, one of my younger cousins would trade you his dime for your nickel. He thought bigger was better. That the size spoke its worth. We laughed, pleased with ourselves for pulling something over our younger cousin. Trouble is, when we grew up, we let the world pull the same thing over on us. We’ve bought into the stuff, the titles, the degrees, the labels, the...

Great Expectations?

Sometimes I have to pause and ask myself, “What’d you expect?” Answer: I don’t know, but not this. I never expected to be married at 20, our first baby at 21 and second at 23. I never expected to find ourselves in full time ministry as, what I joke, was my husband’s mid-life crisis. I never expected my parents to divorce or my mom to have Alzheimer’s. But I did,...

Me? Admit to envy?

Seems people with curly hair want straight and those with hair as straight as sticks want curly. Brown-eyed kids want blue and maybe the ones with blue eyes are happy as they are. Maybe it’s human nature to want what we don’t have. Maybe envy is inherent in our humanness. It’s not a virtue and while I’d never admit to having the kind of envy the bible warns against, I...

Which lies do you believe?

The men come to us wearing the truth of addiction. Its stench is a life rotting away from the denial they are caught in its grip. Their faces gaunt, their eyes flat, their hearts hollowed from its lies. For too many food, rest, and a hot shower will cover addictions truth: it comes to destroy. They will, again, believe the lie they can do this on their own. That lie...

When we are poured out and empty

Her eyes rimmed red as tears began to form. He sat in silence, empty of feeling having poured them out. Again. It was quiet in Jenny’s office as we sat with our feelings, our pain. Another fatal overdose. Another life lost. Another friend, son, brother, gone. He was 28. These times when we’ve poured ourselves out, when we feel empty of caring, these are the times we question: Is this...