Evening walk….

Evening walk….

She is five pounds of puppy, wriggling and running around my feet. Together we walk in the slow shade of evening. She shuffles back and forth, around my feet, from one side of the road to the other. We are alone in my long driveway as the late afternoon sun sinks behind the trees, and day gives way to dusk. Continue reading “Evening walk….”

Visitation…

Visitation…

The first time I sat with a Pastor in my own home, we were in our early twenties. We had just begun attending the church when the secretary called to ask us if it was okay for Pastor Ufema to come visit. Keith and I scurried around our little house on Cross Street trying to make it presentable. I made iced tea from a packet and strawberry shortcake from scratch. Continue reading “Visitation…”

Holding our own…

Holding our own…

Weeks ago, when I decided to quit my job and follow my intuition (and a still small voice) into the unknown, I imagined that I would awake after my last day of work relieved and refreshed. Instead, I woke up feeling groggy and disoriented with 36 hours to plan and prepare for a bridal shower, three weeks to get a wedding under control, and two kids moving in and out of my house. When the phone rang, I had not yet seen the bottom of my first cup of coffee. Continue reading “Holding our own…”

How are you? Really….

How are you? Really….

I can run through days upon days exchanging small talk, without really making a connection. How are you? I’m good, and you? Every once in a while, someone I don’t expect stops and really considers the question. Maybe they aren’t working out their answer as much as weighing heart of the asker. Do I really want to know? Do I care? Continue reading “How are you? Really….”

Annual meetings…

Annual meetings…

I love church meetings. I believe I am among a rare few. As a member in good standing in a Baptist church, we take our annual meeting very seriously. We ensure participation by beginning with food. There isn’t much that can compare to a full spread in the basement of a Baptist church on Sunday afternoon. It is good to feed people before we talk about hard things. Continue reading “Annual meetings…”

Long-time-people…

Long-time-people…

The other day I sat with an old friend. We covered topics broad and deep, caught up on our children, our husbands, our wounds, and our hopes. We laughed and wiped away tears. I love that this is a present tense friendship. We are still doing life together after all these years. This is a precious thing. We share a history of life and ministry worked out weekly in our small church. As we reminisced about the past’s shared victories and losses, I confessed to a certain longing for the familiarity and the shared history of the-long-time people. The group of people we worshiped with over the years. Many of these folks are dispersed now, some have gone on to glory. Their names and our stories will always hold a special place in my heart. Continue reading “Long-time-people…”

Energy management…

Energy management…

I live like a two-year-old, I run until I collapse. I wake up in the morning full of excitement and run toward my day with enthusiasm. As the day unfolds, I show up and give my full attention to the people and projects that move through my work and life. At some point, my energy begins to wane. Most days I make it home before the cup is completely empty, but not always. I have been known to sit and rock quietly in my office at the end of the day. Sometimes tears of frustration leak down my cheeks. Occasionally, I throw things in anger. But almost always, I come to the end of my energy before I come to the end of my day. Continue reading “Energy management…”