All posts tagged: Christian Living

Easter Sunday on a Monday Morning {How to Stop Trying to Follow the Rules}

“Sometimes God’s rules are hard,” Nikko states as he stuffs his backpack, preparing to meet the bus. “Yeah? What do you mean?” I watch the coffee fill my mug. “Well, all the things we need to do, you know, the rules.” We forget sometimes that rules are a very big part of a nine-year-old’s life. “You mean like being kind and not lying…stuff like that?” “Yeah, God has a lot of rules. And I mess up. And sometimes I forget.” Collective sigh. Yes. I know this well. Advertisements

When Your Story is a Dumb, Sob-Story {How to Handle Harsh}

He called my story a sob story. That would make me the “sob-ber” –not really attractive. He then proceeded to call my story and how I told it –dumb. Three times dumb, said he. And it cut a little, like a strip of stray wood cuts the soft flesh of a palm, digging into the cutaneous layers, unwelcome. And my first response was to flush pink in a rush of hurt and anger. After all, I am my story and my story is I. And yours is you, is it not?

Why You Need to Stop Defending Richard Sherman and Just Move On

When I go all Sherman on somebody, I have one thing to say: Thank God there’s no camera rolling! If you don’t know what I mean, google “Richard Sherman Erin Andrews interview” and you can watch on any variety of media outlets the rant that rang round the world after Sunday’s heated match-up, (and great game) between San Francisco’s 49ers and the Seattle Seahawks. We’re appalled, we’re thrilled, we’re disgusted, we’re debating and discussing it – we’re all over it like ants at a picnic.

More Courage: Just Enough to Rest {a story of a baby lost}

Courage: mental or moral strength to venture, persevere, and withstand danger, fear, or difficulty Encourage: to make (someone) more determined, hopeful, or confident This is a story of more courage. {It tells about my empty spaces, where I found I had none, and how Courage came through the cracks of brokenness.} I never felt my vulnerability more than when I was pregnant with our daughter, Isabella. Except of course, when I was pregnant with our daughter, Annalia. Eight years separated these sisters and a brother in between, and although every pregnancy seemed to rub raw the edges of my confidence, something happened before my daughters that caused me to wrap arms around my soul to keep the badness away. Each daughter’s birth was preceded by miscarriage.

The Advent Fulfilled: The Beginning of the All People Society, of which I am a member

LUKE 2:10 And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. All people. The angel said it. The singular message of the annunciation of Jesus is inclusive: for all people. We tend run ruts and circles and see the same people, the same circumstances, the same economic strata, day after day after year. This isn’t a bad thing, because we are to live the life we’ve been given, in the place where we live, but it can be to our detriment that we fail to see the infinite possibility of these two words: all people. These three syllables are vast as the ocean and harder to explore, define and understand than space. All those people, all those souls,  all those dreamy-eyed moms and beaten down garbage pickers in India, all the Hindus bathing in dirty, sacred rivers and illiterate natives fishing the Amazon, the screaming day trader on the stock exchange floor, the old man who made terrible mistakes, the …