Ken, Doris, and Defiant Faith

So, asking for a friend. What do you do when you have a nervous breakdown in the middle of praise and worship? What do you do when you want to stop crying, but, for the love of God, all you can do is see your soon to graduate sons running towards you as toddlers, as…

Sporkfaith

Dear God,
Please keep me from being the spork of the Christian world.

The real fast which cleanses

People pay good money for therapists to help weed out the junk in their lives. That’s great. Or, you can simply raise a teenager. You will spend less time and money to discover your spiritual, physical, and emotional limitations. In the last few days I’ve asked one son to quit coloring on the dog with…

Scattered Rags Isaiah 30:19-22

The other day, my teenage son sat down on the couch and tearfully poured out his heart about the approaching shift from high school to college. So many lasts. So many firsts.  And I wonder how things will turn out. If my husband and I said enough, did enough, held on tight enough, let them…

This one’s for the grocery store lady

There I was, standing in line at the deli, waiting to order a sub after church. My sons and I were having an intense theological conversation : “No, you may not have a motorcycle.” “But, I will be 18 soon.” The woman in front of us turned and said “Your mom is right. You don’t…

Be careful what you justify

My husband lit his front yard on fire. Twice. I drove a school bus into a hospital overhang. My sons both did backflips from a thirty foot high branch into water. By the no trespassing sign. Whether it’s fear, boredom, or peer pressure, us good people who call ourselves Christians will do all sorts of…

It’s complicated…

I am what most people call geographically challenged. Five minutes and I will get lost. It has gotten better with GPS. But, still, I am one of those people in the parking lot scratching their head because they can’t find their car. And, sometimes my walk with God is a lot like that—complicated and all…

Hokey Pokey

When I was in junior high, my mom thought it best to put me in roller skates and push me out into the middle of a rink. I was shy. An introvert. And, I needed to be coaxed out of my shell. What better way to do that than to throw a party and have…

Storm warnings and the ocean of faith

Sometimes it’s our sin that leads us to desert places where we feel distant from God. Other times, it’s not sin, but faithfulness that leads us to a place where waves and storms threaten to overtake us. What does the Christian do when we say “yes” to God, and end up someplace overwhelming? In my…

Ugly crying and the desert of doubt

There’s a lonely place devoid of spiritual awakening. A barren place of my own undoing. And I know I’m not alone in acknowledging the desert. It’s just that a lot of Christians don’t want to stare that reality down. Last week I had to sit in a doctor’s office and hear results from an MRI…