We the people…

By all accounts, this political season has been brutal. As I prepare to cast my ballot this morning, I am less concerned with tonight’s results than I am with tomorrow’s response. My Facebook feed is filled with harsh images, doomsday language, and vitriol from both sides. It seems we’ve stopped supporting our individual candidates (maybe because they are both so flawed) and instead taken to villanize the other. Continue reading “We the people…”

Rest…

Our small group has committed to practicing Sabbath Rest. We’ve decided to practice the discipline of rest in an effort to honor the God who made us and try to find the unforced rhythms of grace the Bible promises. On a weekly basis, we try to pause. To unclutter our lives and just rest. Continue reading “Rest…”

People-ing…

I’m a full-blooded introvert. People often misunderstand this characteristic because I am a strong leader, gatherer, and I like speaking in public. People are often shocked to learn, that means I would gladly stand in front of thousands and speak for an hour than spend an afternoon tending to garden variety small talk. It makes me itchy to have to be interesting and funny, to talk about the weather or sports, or whatever people talk about when they aren’t really saying anything. Continue reading “People-ing…”

12 people…

A year ago I hit submit on my very first blog post. My stomach churned and I felt a little unsteady, but then I assured myself only a few people would see it. And it was fine. My intended audience was 12 humans. I reasoned, this project was worth my time if 12 people read it each week. When I whined to a friend about how hard it was, how the technology is hard, how I hate that there is no response… she said, “Shut up and write. All the rest is noise.” So, I’ve tried to shut up and write. Continue reading “12 people…”

A good funeral…

The other day we gathered to say goodbye. The crisp March day blustered and weak sunshine peaked from behind puffy clouds. The church walkway was cluttered with mostly older folks. He was in his early seventies, a faithful servant, a husband, a father, a grandfather. We sang anthems of faith, about victory, about hope, about overcoming adversity and pain. We sang about Jesus. We listened to his daughters tell stories of his life, his mischief, his passion for others, and his joy. I sat with friends, tears streaming down my cheeks as we said goodbye to someone I didn’t really know. Continue reading “A good funeral…”

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…”

In polite company…

A persistent memory from when I was a child is my grandmother’s anxiety when everyone gathered for the holidays. She fretted and worried. Her children often teased her, told her to relax, but she still worried. She measured the tone of the conversations, and she felt the tension in the room. Although I didn’t understand it then… I do now. My own children bump and rumble when they gather. I watch them navigate their relationships around my dinner table, and feel that familiar anxiety. I long to smooth out the rough places and keep everything on an even keel. Continue reading “In polite company…”