You are not your body. You are not your house. You are not your car. You are not your job. That’s what my yoga instructor said to our class yesterday. (I don’t remember if that was before or after I did some unpronounceable pose that I’ll be recovering from for the next four days.) When Chris and I arrived in San Francisco, we would have never said that our jobs defined our value, but that is exactly what we believed.... Read more
When I started writing to all you lovely people, I was pretty lonely. I was a SAHM in a new city, walking with my eighteen month old down steep sidewalks that didn’t feel like they belonged to me, adjusting my life as a mom to a yard-less home (apartment) and the community of neighborhood parks. I was a girl from Amarillo pushing a stroller up San Francisco hills! (Do you comprehend how distinct those two differences are? Please click here... Read more
Baby Brooksie has blond hair these days (whenever I actually wash his hair once a week—poor baby—on other days it’s greasy brown). It’s short on the sides with really long bangs and if I don’t brush those bangs down quickly enough, they stick straight up in the air all day long. He’s smiling and squeaking and scrunching up his eyes at me. And only sleeping when snuggled but I don’t mind the snuggling. He loves being swaddled in his muslin... Read more
So, I’ve been reading Ann Voskamp’s blog a lot lately. I’ve known about her blog for more than a year but never really made a commitment to faithfully reading it until now. And I’ve been missing out. Her voice is lyrical, her pictures are stunning. (Sorry I’m so lame with no pictures around here, people. But photography is not my special gift.) Her first book was published several months ago. I haven’t read it yet but I bought it for... Read more
We all have our crazy-makers. Mine is email, and phone calls, and thank you notes—basically any communication that I’m expected to follow through on. Sometimes I do alright with those things. I make lists. I set goals: Return four emails before bed! But sometimes I torture myself. My deepest weakness is a longing to please people. I want to be liked. I want you to not be mad at me. I want to be polite. And so, when an email... Read more
No new thoughts today, friends. But I wanted to point you toward this post at wearethatfamily.com. Over there, Kristen gives a wonderful list of ways we can support those whose lives have been devastated by the tornado this past weekend. Please take a look at her list: http://wearethatfamily.com/2011/05/wfmw-how-you-can-help-joplin/?utm_source=twitterfeed&utm_medium=twitter&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+wearethatfamily%2FGaiB+%28We+are+THAT+Family%29 Read more
The Bible is not particularly known for its progressive take on the value and significance of women (though I would argue that Jesus turned that worldview upside down in significant ways…I love that guy). Honestly, I’m okay with the rarity of women in scripture because when they do show up, they are powerful, smart, and heartbreakingly authentic: Deborah the Judge, Ruth the widow, Rahab the harlot, the Proverbs 31 lady (aka the sickeningly talented businesswoman/mother/wife), Mary the Mother, the Samaritan... Read more
Sunday’s Psalm (day 85) was one I recall reading sometime in late high school, early college. (I’m sure I could find the journal where I dramatically applied the words to my love life, but I’ll spare us all that.) What I remember is reading Psalm 85 and thinking it was so beautiful: righteousness and peace being in love with one another, not being able to keep their hands (or at least their lips) off each other… As I write this... Read more
“When you see your home as a missional outpost, your role as a mother becomes clearer: to prepare and release the people inside for a lifetime of participating in God’s mission to the world.” -Helen Lee, The Missional Mom It’s a grand idea, this belief that what I’m doing in the drudge of life with a baby and a toddler is part of a much bigger narrative, one I’m playing a role in and they’re playing a role in... Read more
The idea of PLACE sort of blows my mind sometimes. That’s probably a weirdly deep thing to say, like when I say about babies, “It’s so crazy how they don’t exist and then nine months later, they’re, like, a person!!!” Yeah, duh. (But, doesn’t the baby thing confound you sometimes? The perfection of little fingers and how my milk–that I don’t even know how to make in my head but my body does!–is all T-Rexy needs to have to his... Read more
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