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My Very Big Announcement: A Book Deal, Baby!

As of yesterday afternoon, when I mailed off some official papers with my scribbly-boy-signature on them, I am contracted to write two (Yes, Two!) books for Worthy Publishing over the next two years. I have the smartest and the loveliest agent in Rachelle Gardner (at Books & Such Literary Agency) who has done more to help ...

The Pursuit of Enough: Remembering the Thankful

  I can flip the switch from Resting Weekend Micha to Anxious Snap-Mouth Micha in about, ummm, three minutes of staring at my computer, remembering all that exists in there that I still have to do. The lovely thing about my Lenten practice of Sabbath beginning at sundown on Saturday night and ending sundown on Sunday night, ...

The Pursuit of Enough: Slow, Deliberate

Last Friday afternoon, I donned my running clothes and wheezed the mile and a half to August’s school, pushing Brooksie in the double stroller. After I picked him up and we all played awhile in the nearby park, the boys climbed in, I set out the snack of goldfish and made promises of hot cocoa at home, just as the sun ...

Thankful Tuesday: When ‘love makes sense of time’

“I find here a mysterious sense of time. I am told about patience and perseverance, about waiting quietly, about living totally in the moment. Yet I am also told about the need to run. Sometimes I feel as though I am being asked to be one of the disciples, leaving everything and rushing forward to follow Christ. Sometimes ...

The Pursuit of Enough: Vol 1 Can you possibly organize your ENFP life?

  I had a breakdown freak-out sobfest last week. I feel like if you’re gonna cry, go hard or go home. So the sobfest included my slamming my fists into the couch, standing up, screaming, “Don’t laugh at me!” at my husband and then stomping to my office with the intent of slamming the door until I realized my kids ...

Thankful Tuesday: MLK Edition

I’m grateful that August learned about skin in science last Friday which led to a sweet family conversation  about how wonderful it is that everyone's skin is unique. I’m also thankful that my son still doesn’t know about “white” skin and “black” skin. (Aren’t those the craziest, least descriptive words ...

The Spiritual Practice of Slowness

I was strangely moved by that almost final scene in the movie Lincoln, when the president walks away, his back to the camera, down the long White House hallway and into the shadows. Of course we,  the audience, know Lincoln is walking down that hall for the final time. We know he is on his way to Ford's Theater and we know ...