Parked in God’s Goodness
“You’re lucky I don’t get out of this car and beat your %$^(*&$!” I was so angry he took the parking space I had been patiently waiting for. The old wrinkled man ignored me as went to join the people waiting for him sitting at Pete’s Coffee. I was boiling with disbelief and anger just […]
Birds of a Feather
Yesterday I gave my partner and best friend of twenty plus years a call with the intention to lightly chastise her for not keeping an appointment we set the day prior. I anticipated a sharp come back; after spending these many years as friends, I know she not easily wrangled. See the thing […]
Defining Me
Last night at the Jazz Theologian’s “Discovering the Gospel in Jazz” presentation, he said something that I can’t shake . . . and I don’t want to. He said that, concerning the Bible, we often read it with the intention to define it, instead of reading it and letting it define us. There […]
Getting There
Last night as I prepared for bed, I established a definate agenda for the morning when I woke up. Get up, have some quiet time, go to the gym and head for my first real day in the new office. Simple enough, yes? Yes, except Marc had one of his weird spider dreams . . . again. This […]
Let Freedom Ring
With butterflies in my stomach, this weekend marked the first time I “officially” led worship at my new job. (That feels weird to say because when I’m choosing the songs to sing, gathering vocalists to sing with, and leading worship it doesn’t feel like “work” . . . course, it’s early yet . . […]
Handling “It” . . . Whatever It Is
I’ve been watching Diddy’s Making the Band 4 on MTV. I really enjoy watching people go for their dreams – the commitment, the persistence, the confidence and the humility . . . it’s all very inspiring to me. Last night there was a story that really caught my attention. Carlos, one of the young men […]
Grace Walk
It’s a miracle that I’m still standing, breathing, thinking, walking, showering and alive for that matter. Truly, how do women do this thing called parenting an infant? I have no idea how I’m functioning except but for God’s enduring grace. My son is just three days short of being six months old. […]
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