Actually, I’m not in Italy yet (as this post is going up). I’m still in transit. Somehow, I kissed my kids and made it on the plane without having a soul-explosion. The best thing I keep reminding myself is how happy I am for my kids to have this time with their grandparents. And, especially, for my mother-in-law to have this time with Brooksie. The two of them just haven’t gotten to be together enough in Brooks’ short life. I’m... Read more
I first felt a kinship with Suzannah Paul when I discovered her blog and our shared former youth minister status. Then I realized she grew up the same area of Philadelphia as my husband. Then I realized she not only believes in poetry, she writes it! (Also, she lives at a camp, which is my secret dream.) I had the chance to meet her this past April and she instantly felt like a kindred. So grateful to share her with... Read more
As we walk into the church, I think about the last Sunday in our church in San Francisco: how we sang the hymns and walked away as a family. How we stopped at the farmer’s market and bought ripe cherries. How we sat at Alamo Square Park and stared at the city scape. My then four-month-old slept against me and I took August’s shirt off as the cherry juice poured down his newly three-year-old chest. That’s how we said goodbye.... Read more
I’m very excited to officially announce that I’m joining the ranks at A Deeper Church, a new channel of the site A Deeper Story. I’ve been following A Deeper Story as long as it’s been in existence, admiring the writers and loving how the blog has sought to both ask hard questions of the Church and give the Church good grace. So it’s an honor that I have the chance to join my voice in with so many other writers... Read more
This is how it happens: You grieve the news that you will leave your home. You grieve it from afar and then you speak it. You speak it to the people in your world. You speak it with care and with sincerity. You say it over and over and you start to believe: This is true. This is really going to be true. And you organize your kids’ clothes. You organize the baby clothes your little boy was wearing 6... Read more
On Sunday mornings, after I drop the twins off in the nursery, and quickly run from their screams (which, thankfully, only last a few minutes, I’m told by the care-givers), I sit. Lean back as comfortably as one can on a wooden church pew. Look up. Breathe. The sanctuary in my husband’s church is large, but relatively modest. It’s Presbyterian, after all. Protestant. Reformed. Meaning, it’s not meant to be extravagantly ornate since that would take away or distract from... Read more
I will live in Austin for one more week. A week from tomorrow, I’ll leave for Italy and my kids will stay in Austin without me, with their grandparents. Then we’ll come home. We’ll wash our clothes for a day, pack our suitcases. And my little family take a plane to San Francisco. Just like that. We’ll get on a plane like we’re going on vacation. We’ll get on a plane with our suitcases checked underneath, like we’re travelers on... Read more
This weekend while visiting my family in Amarillo, I had a conversation with a friend of my sister in law while our little boys played in my parents’ front yard. She was asking about how I started writing this blog and my response (about ministry and moving and discerning what I most valued and most needed to do) led us to a discussion about women and vocation. She shared about her own realization after having had her son that she... Read more
These past six weeks haven’t been my most productive times of reading. Too many nights spent emailing preschools and watching the Olympics and worrying about things I shouldn’t be worrying about. But I have been reading. And here are my ruminations… I’m still reading Kristin Lavransdattar. It’s a long one and I’m really loving it, but I decided once I got to Book II that I’d save the next section for the trip to Italy. And, as I recently learned from... Read more
Send out your light and our truth, that they may lead me, and bring me to your holy hill and to your dwelling. Psalm 43:3 The blogging life is the weirdest. Most days, I post something and hope that my mood and my hormones and my common sense all collide with my inner artist and that something beautiful is waiting on the screen for all the readers who will come and listen. Other times, I realize I let my Crazy... Read more
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