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Part two of two: Click here for part one. Someone recently told me there is a large majority of Christians who are not worried about discipleship anymore as we have shifted into a desperate rhetoric of conversion. When I think about this conversation of conversion, I go to a dark place my husband just interfaced with at a USC game. While walking up to his seat someone was passing out
Posted in Anecdote, Thoughts on life
Tagged Contemplative Prayer, emotions, Homestead, Self-Care, Writing
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Something rather curious happens to me on occasion as I lay in bed before getting in up the morning. With my eyes closed, I am in an in between – one where God has started the day hours before, working without me, and my work has yet to begin. It is a magic hour – my magic hour (or at least a couple minutes). I am in a vulnerable position.
Welcome summer! A new season, a new time to reflect and perhaps relax. However, I find myself swamped with textbooks already as I try to learn German for a proficiency exam before going back to school in the fall. I have recently felt, as it would seem so do many of my current companions, that we have fallen into an in-between. So today before I launch into translating a few
I’m three decades old today. Old enough to say, over 20 years ago I remember what happened. I was 10 years old. It was a heated election year; I didn’t really understand what that was about. Not sure I do now either. The Berlin wall fell just a few years prior and we had a piece of it framed on our wall from my uncle. I looked at this piece
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Tagged a beautiful mess, Community, creativity, emotions, Homestead, Self-Care, spirituality, transitions, Writing
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Our community lost a dear member this past week. There is a big hole in our congregation; one that many of us have pondered in conversation how it will be filled? I spent time watching the eclipse this week which happened to be on the same day she passed. The world faded to gray for just a moment. I burned my retina trying to see what was happening. Between waiting
The sermon yesterday was on letting things slow us down to lead us to the table; a table that holds bread and wine, also promise, tradition and hope. An altar of forgiveness and remembrance — of radical hospitality. It is an embodying act, this eating. Sure it can be rote, but the meaning comes sometimes subtly and other times overcome with tears or joy. It’s the love of what this
I was reminded yesterday by a new friend of a book I own. It’s by Keri Smith. I bought it six months ago. Six months where it has barely been opened. My fingers have pawed through the pages; my mind has wandered through the: “When could I”s, “should I”s, and “will I”s. And so the book sat, untouched, within reach, but just staring at me while I looked in the
My office at home overlooks the street below bordering the front yard. From my desk, I can see people driving, walking, and biking as the day moves forward. Between grading, writing, and lesson planning, I steal glances every now and then to see people stop and pause to look and point at what is happening on our little patch of land. Over the years, it has looked like everything from
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Tagged a beautiful mess, food, Homestead, marriage, perfectionist recovery, Self-Care, the church, traditions, Travel, Urban Farm
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I’m lying in bed at 3:00p.m. fully clothed with the covers over me. It’s been a long week. And it’s about to get longer…. I hope. Nate is outside adjusting the rain cover over the chickens; I can see him out the windows. I can also see the fava beans bending over towards the earth and if I squint, I can make out the new seedlings that are coming in
The fruit trees are blossoming. The promise of fruit – someday. But definitely the promise of spring’s entrance. I used to correlate spring’s arrival with the bathing suits’ overnight appearance at Target. Summer is almost here, I would chant in my head seeing spring as something to survive to get to freedom. Now spring is one of my favorite seasons. There is a Zen saying that when the first bud