logo

The Risk of Silence (on NOT blogging this summer)

I’m not blogging this month. Or next month. It seems that right now, I’ve run clear out of things to say. I’m not blogging because for months I was churning out words furiously, sacrificing too much time with my family, sacrificing rest. And I don’t think it was worth it. I’m not blogging because blogging ...

The Pursuit of Enough: Ask me what I have for you…

When I was five months pregnant with Brooksie, I was barely one year into our new life in San Francisco. I was still making friends. I was still coming to terms with the reality of the Pacific Time Zone. And I was learning the more difficult aspects of urban dwelling. I had moved our little family to a new apartment a month ...

One Good Phrase: Diana Trautwein (One day at a time)

I wish Diana Trautwein and I lived in the same town. If we did, I would force her to meet me for coffee every week and tell me what she's reading. And then I'd make her be my spiritual director. And then I'd be really sweet and ask her to preach me a sermon. Every week. Until then, I love having her here today. * When I ...

Marriage and the Growing Up of Us

When did we grow up? It wasn’t then, when we stood in the mountain meadow, flowers in my hair. And your hair, oh, honey. Your hair was such a mess. It took you four years to believe me that conditioner would do you good. That product would REALLY do you good. You stood in that meadow with that hair and I loved you. I loved ...

One Good Phrase: Addie Zierman (God is here)

If you follow my Twitter feed, you know I retweet whatever Addie Zierman has just posted on her blog just about every day. I can't help it. I'm a fan-girl. Also, I'm her friend. Our lives in the Church have mirrored each other's in so many important ways. And every time I come to her story, I'm learning something new about ...

My Chalkboard: Psalm 95

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 ...