A CAVU Day

I was sitting through a mandatory meeting about changes in the math curriculum.  I kept my eyes on the speaker enough to feign interest.  Mostly I stared at my phone's unresponsive face resting on my lap, mute and slightly mocking.  When the speaker broke us into small groups, I offered the most minimum of input.... Continue Reading →

At the Podium

My palms were sweaty.  I stumbled on words, restarting sentences. I paced the basement floor. Codie, our affable golden retriever, glanced up from her morning nap, clearly annoyed. If this is how nervous I am within the four walls of my house, how on earth am I going to pull off a speech in the... Continue Reading →

Precious

You are precious in my eyes.  And honored.  And I love you. Isaiah 43:4a   When I first read this verse I did a double take.  How is it I never heard it before?  Surely this was a loose paraphrase of the ancient text. And surely God was referring to the nation of Israel, 700... Continue Reading →

Vulnerability – Weakness as Strength

It takes courage to be vulnerable, to look shame directly in the eye without so much as a blink. After all, who really wants to take emotional risks — even with ourselves, much less a judgmental, unsafe world? Yet this is just what researcher Brene Brown advocates in her viral Ted Talks and best-selling books.... Continue Reading →

Legacy Living

Ten round kindergarten faces stare at my mother, eyes saucer-big.  She's waving her hands in the air lamenting with the bride's father that the wine has run out. Then she's Mary pleading to her son for a miracle - Jesus reluctant at first, but finally producing the best wine Cana can offer. Mom deftly drops... Continue Reading →

Bedspread Prayers

I was sneaking into the kitchen for a nighttime bowl of Cheerios when I noticed the door to my parents' bedroom was slightly ajar.  That's when I caught sight of the two of them, my stately mother and proud father, their backs to me, kneeling by the bed -  their faces prone on the daisy... Continue Reading →

Home: Lost and Found

For my 11th birthday my parents got me a suitcase.  It was probably designer labeled.  All I remember is it was large and red and foretold of trips to come. The following summer my suitcase and I spent 8 weeks at a summer camp in Maine.  That first night the chirpy counselors gave us postcards... Continue Reading →

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