Embracing Tension

There’s tension all around. As a mom I live in the tension of needing to hover over my kids one minute to taking a hands-off approach the next. When it comes to ministry and writing, I struggle to stay comfortable and confident with what I’m good at and taking risks with something new. I crave comfort and thrill-seeking adventure. I long for both productivity and rest, discipline and flexibility. Life tells us to choose. Have you ever longed for an hour or two alone only to feel guilty and unable to enjoy it once you get it? Or…

Decisions, Decisions

Last week I had to make a tough decision. Well, actually I had to undo a decision I had already made regarding my kids and their summer and what we were (or more importantly, were not) going to do. I had this nagging sense for over a week that I needed to do it, but it took me a fews days to finally make the call. Why was it so tough? Because what I felt was the right decision was uncomfortable, inconvenient, and going to require way more out of me than I thought I…

Remarkable Courage: Joan of Arc

I can’t think of any human story that has impacted me as much as the story of Joan of Arc. I stumbled across Mark Twain’s account of her life last fall while wandering a local thrift store. In that moment I forgot all about the home decor I was in search of and thrilled to have gotten my hands on that book (and for $2 no less!). But even then I had no clue what the story would do to me. Over the last six months I’ve studied her story, read multiple accounts of her life, and tried…

From Instability to Consistency

I used to be an all or none type of person. Sometimes it was all work and no play, or all play and no work. There were consecutive days I spent time alone with Jesus praying and reading Scripture, and then other days I couldn’t focus on a single verse, let alone pray. There were weeks I exercised most days, followed by weeks of none. The rhythms of life rose and fell based on my immediate circumstances, how I felt, and maybe my hormones. And that kind of living felt miserable. Life was a big juggling act…