This hasn’t been an easy year. In fact, the last six months shook us to the core. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not all bad… just hard. I think life is just this. The good and the bad, the mundane and the sparkling all mixed together. Continue reading “Give thanks…”
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…”
Christmas can be a difficult time of year for folks, and if I’m honest it has been difficult for me. I want to do, to give, to make, to spend time doing things to make magic for those I love. I long to make the house just so, to make the perfect meals, to purchase the perfect gifts… Continue reading “Killing Christmas…”
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…”
Donna opened the grey minivan and out tumbled stuff and kids. Her teenaged daughter jumped on to the sidewalk clutching a brown grocery bag in her arms. Continue reading “Lessons learned…”
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…”