In this special month of love, I want to remind myself and you of one of the most powerful yet simple gestures we can use to show love: show up. And not the kind of showing up that checks a box, makes an appearance, or just goes on record as having been there. I mean
From what I can tell, St. Valentine’s Day has its roots in the martyrdom of at least one Christian, all Valentine’s, on February 14th. Rather gruesome displays in fact. Much later Geoffrey Chaucer, author of “The Canterbury Tales” decreed the February feast of St. Valentinus to be associated with the mating of birds, which is apparently
A few weekends ago I had the privilege of speaking at a retreat on the topic of Imago Dei: the image of God. Specifically, I was asked to speak on how we as women are created in the Imago Dei, uniquely as women. Well, my pleasure. I have skinned my knee so many times on
I shared some behind-the-scenes true stories of my “fail” moments as a blogger with those who subscribe this week…which could be you too if you sign up here, but no one needs to know if you do or don’t. You are OK. So, it’s 2018. I feel like I need to start there because I’m still
For those of you just joining us here, this is Part II – where I share the remaining 3 surefire ways to hinder healthy female friendships (just some things I’ve learned from doing it the lesser wise way). If you missed the first two ways, you can read them here. If you never read it, that’s
Several years ago I was asked to speak to a mom’s group on women friendships. The irony went several layers deep, I felt like the least qualified woman to speak on friendship. Though I was women’s ministry director for our church at the time, I felt lonely, socially too-much, over-extended in shallow relationships, I struggled
I started this post over 35 years ago, making this the longest writing project I’ve worked on to date. So excuse me, this is long. I was barely 5 years old sitting on the edge of my bed sobbing uncontrollably when my mom gave me my first friendship lesson: I have to share my friends.
Our senior pastor read a quote a few weeks ago during a sermon that has since worked its way through every part of me. I missed the reference but searched it out and found more that I needed to wrestle with, and it has brought me to this post and a decision in a new
I’ve been introduced many ways. So far though, the two most unique descriptions I’ve heard were made several years ago by former co-workers, who are also friends. I was stepping down from leadership in women’s ministry at my local church, and as is custom in transitions of this kind, staff took turns sharing descriptions of
Grizz gathered what seemed like all the peoples of the foothills of the Appalachians for my 40th birthday barn bash last month. The night called for 60% chance of thunderstorm, but brought us magical sky instead. Much like my turning 40, what I expected to be sad and wet with tears ended up being filled
In this special month of love, I want to remind myself and you of one of the most powerful yet simple gestures we can use to show love: show up. And not the kind of showing up that checks a box, makes an appearance, or just goes on record as having been there. I mean
From what I can tell, St. Valentine’s Day has its roots in the martyrdom of at least one Christian, all Valentine’s, on February 14th. Rather gruesome displays in fact. Much later Geoffrey Chaucer, author of “The Canterbury Tales” decreed the February feast of St. Valentinus to be associated with the mating of birds, which is apparently
A few weekends ago I had the privilege of speaking at a retreat on the topic of Imago Dei: the image of God. Specifically, I was asked to speak on how we as women are created in the Imago Dei, uniquely as women. Well, my pleasure. I have skinned my knee so many times on
I shared some behind-the-scenes true stories of my “fail” moments as a blogger with those who subscribe this week…which could be you too if you sign up here, but no one needs to know if you do or don’t. You are OK. So, it’s 2018. I feel like I need to start there because I’m still
For those of you just joining us here, this is Part II – where I share the remaining 3 surefire ways to hinder healthy female friendships (just some things I’ve learned from doing it the lesser wise way). If you missed the first two ways, you can read them here. If you never read it, that’s
Several years ago I was asked to speak to a mom’s group on women friendships. The irony went several layers deep, I felt like the least qualified woman to speak on friendship. Though I was women’s ministry director for our church at the time, I felt lonely, socially too-much, over-extended in shallow relationships, I struggled
I started this post over 35 years ago, making this the longest writing project I’ve worked on to date. So excuse me, this is long. I was barely 5 years old sitting on the edge of my bed sobbing uncontrollably when my mom gave me my first friendship lesson: I have to share my friends.
Our senior pastor read a quote a few weeks ago during a sermon that has since worked its way through every part of me. I missed the reference but searched it out and found more that I needed to wrestle with, and it has brought me to this post and a decision in a new
I’ve been introduced many ways. So far though, the two most unique descriptions I’ve heard were made several years ago by former co-workers, who are also friends. I was stepping down from leadership in women’s ministry at my local church, and as is custom in transitions of this kind, staff took turns sharing descriptions of
Grizz gathered what seemed like all the peoples of the foothills of the Appalachians for my 40th birthday barn bash last month. The night called for 60% chance of thunderstorm, but brought us magical sky instead. Much like my turning 40, what I expected to be sad and wet with tears ended up being filled
