Thanksgiving…

Thanksgiving…

Most families we know are gathering around the table today. As I write this, last minute preparations are being made, check lists are being marked off, and dashes to the store for a forgotten ingredient are underway. For my family, Thanksgiving falls on a workday. As we do, we made the holiday adjust to our reality and celebrated last weekend. We gathered and feasted and enjoyed one another. Today, we will finish the last of the turkey soup. Continue reading “Thanksgiving…”

Light in the darkness…

Light in the darkness…

In my family, we are counting down the days until the end of 2018. By any account, it has been a grueling year. We’ve said heart breaking goodbyes, faced life shattering diagnoses, and found that there is still time for another curve ball to be thrown. As the hits have kept coming, we’ve lived through two new cancer diagnosis in the last month… We just keep moving forward. We simply don’t know what else to do. Continue reading “Light in the darkness…”

The best things in 2015…

The best things in 2015…

I started a blog!
Cascading Life was an idea I held in my heart for decades. I’ve had this image of life overflowing out of the fullness of my relationship with Christ into the world around me. I’ve imagined writing, teaching, and serving for a very long time, but this year that idea began to take shape in the form of this little piece of the web. I am so grateful for the friends who encouraged and supported me in this project, and especially for the friend who encouraged me forget the noise and just write. Continue reading “The best things in 2015…”

An honest confrontation…

An honest confrontation…

Tracy sat down in my office. I could tell that she was anxious, but I didn’t know why. “I want to talk about what happened yesterday,” she said. My ears turned hot as I thought back to yesterday’s lunch interview. “Oh, God. I just want to forget about that,” I replied. She looked confused and asked me to explain. Continue reading “An honest confrontation…”

Empty bedrooms…

Empty bedrooms…

A cold wind swept through the house recently, leaving only the debris of childhood behind. The air is stale, the carpet is stained, and scratches on the wall only tell part of the story. The left behind desk still holds broken crayons and colored pencils. The dresser was too big for the apartment, so it stayed. There are prom dresses hanging in the closet, along with the box full of camp t-shirts from elementary school. There are bits and pieces of her life, but nothing of substance. In the weeks, since she left, I have just ignored it. But in the quiet, I feel it. Continue reading “Empty bedrooms…”