I have written a lot about birth on this blog. God has used it like nothing else in my life as a metaphor for wholehearted surrender. In today’s podcast, I share a bit about birth, about surrendering hopes, surrendering regrets, surrendering fears, and ultimately surrendering our whole hearts to God. I hope this is an…
Tag: forgiveness
I Stand in This Breath of My Life
I am alive. I’m trying to let that sink in. I inherited the unfinished sketchbook of a beloved art professor who passed away last spring. Flipping through the pages this morning, I see how alike we are in our interactions with the blank pages–line drawings, quotation marks surrounding deep theological ideas and questions, to-do lists,…
On our 12th Anniversary
Today is our anniversary. We met in the fall of 1999, dated for three and a half long, confusing years, and married on a beautiful spring morning just like this one 12 years ago today. I hoped I was doing the right thing. I prayed I was doing the right thing. There is no one…
Waking up to the Miracle
I had an amazing experience this week. It is hard for me to tell about it, because I had to look into the face of suffering to see it. But I want to tell it. I have to tell it. I am bursting to tell it. On Monday, I went to visit my niece, Marti…
Now Booking Shows for Valentine’s (and the upcoming year)!
Hello, friends. After a couple of months of getting things back to “normal” around here, we are excited about sharing our music and playing shows again. Randy is itching to play the upright bass, and he has a surprise up his sleeve that I am not currently allowed to reveal… : ) If you are…
The Daily Turn #26: One of Those Days
Today would have been a good dayfor all the people who post commentsabout how they don’t know how I do it allto walk into my house–Trying to sleep in too late,barging around about nothing,dropping the broom to the floorwith a thud just becausesomebody wants to eat again.Seeing the world as a series ofmesses that have…
The Daily Turn #12: Tribe
There is a little tribe of peoplein this worldwho do not walk–they only run,and they have developeda sophisticated systemof survivingoff what they can reach(by moving step-stools,chairs, piano benches,laundry baskets, etc.)and what big peoplewill get for them. They have invented their own languageby exploring all possibleranges of the human voice,combining words fromoverheard conversations,foreign to them.Their language,unintelligible to us,is…
Ashes
I asked Randy if reading my last post made him want to start keeping a journal. He glanced over at the 5-ft stack of books, and without even considering it, said, “no.” We both agreed there wasn’t really much reason for him to write down anything about our life… I would venture to say that…