I’m teaching Sunday school this month. My first day was yesterday. Usually, teaching Sunday school is a hellish experience, more akin to a cage fight than the idyllic picture of children learning quietly about Jesus around a table. We are lucky if we can get through the lesson without someone using the word ‘boobs’ or … Continue reading
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Winter Lingers
I struggle with fashion. Over the course of my life, I have worn some truly unfortunate articles of clothing. And I’m not just talking about the quasi-cute things that I wore when my 5-year-old self chose her own clothing (saddle shoes, Mickey Mouse sweatshirt, and a vest). I’m not even talking about stirrup pants or … Continue reading
From the Bowels of the NICU
The baby (henceforth known as The Baby, differentiated from The Kid) had to have an eye exam this week. In case you don’t know how eye exams are done on infants, let me enlighten you. The Child Life Specialist came in to warn me that it might be…traumatic. They like the parents to try and … Continue reading
Catching a Ball with My Face
My family went and played wiffle ball last night. While my son (heretofore referred to as The Kid) was up to bat, Alex pitched and I played outfield. One of The Kid’s hits was a fly ball. He popped it directly in the sky, where it flew right towards me. As it hurled towards my … Continue reading
You Are Clothed with Strength
To the beautiful women of DISC– I have a confession. I think I’m addicted to you. God planted you firmly in the soil of my heart quite some time ago, but every time I get to spend an afternoon with you, the roots of my love for you extend a little deeper. There is something … Continue reading
A King and A Kingdom
I have a confession. A confession that will probably inflame friends on both sides of the ocean-sized aisle that separates the left from the right in America right now. Sometimes, I listen to Rush Limbaugh. I listen to him because he is, in a word, ridiculous. I cannot imagine that a personality that pompous is … Continue reading
Don’t Mother-Teresa Me, Bro
I have a confession. I have a big head. I mean, physically, as in my head is ginormous for my relatively short, apple-shaped stature. In high school band, I always had to take the walk of shame to the boy’s line to get my already nerdy marching band hat (in case you’re counting, that would … Continue reading
Mexico City: Masters of MacGyver
(TRUTH: I have never actually the show MacGuyver. In fact, I had to google his name to make sure I was spelling it right. There is something intriguing to me about someone who can whip things out of their behind and save the world. Somedays, I feel like MacGyver (although without the annoying accent). Circumstances in … Continue reading
There is more room! There is more room! There is room for all of us!
I just finished reading Jesus Feminist by Sarah Bessey. It kind of rocked my world (in probably a different way than you would think). If you’re my friend, I’m going to force you to read it, so watch out. It’s an important book. Important for women. Important for men. Anyway, Sarah Bessey writes beautiful prose. … Continue reading
Jesus Loves the Criminals
A few weeks ago, I finished a book at the behest of a friend. He had been bothering me to read it for about a year, but non-fiction is hard for me, ya’ll. But I finally picked it up at the library. I devoured it. I think it took me three days. And that’s with … Continue reading
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