When God says Go, we can’t say No.

What I learned about obedience from serving in a natural disaster

I made the fated phone call on the long drive home from dropping my daughter at college to begin her Freshman year. In hindsight, maybe my timing wasn’t the best!  I was drained physically and emotionally – goodness knows we’d been preparing for that day for the better part of a year.  What I wanted […]

The end of ourselves.

Guest post for (in)courage online magazine

  I’ll never forget the day of my dad’s funeral. I was slated to deliver one of two eulogies in his honor. Never had I felt so depleted—physically, emotionally or spiritually. As the service progressed, I wasn’t entirely sure I’d be able to walk to the front of the church, much less deliver my remarks […]

Sowing in tears.

A letter to all the mamas sending kids off to college.

Dear precious friend and mama, I see you.  In the aisles of Target conversing with your daughter as she pleads with you to buy her that frivolous fuzzy pillow, that designer comforter and every “dorm room must have” on the end caps throughout the store. I see you.  In the aisles of Bed, Bath, and […]

The Faces of Haiti

reflections on a mission trip to Haiti

His face was smudged with dirt.  He wore a red and blue striped shirt and no pants. When I stepped off the truck, he immediately engaged me in a childlike version of patty cake.  Because of the language barrier, I used only my hands to show him the mechanics of how to cross our arms […]

MAY-hem

being fully present in the beginnings, endings, joy and sorrow of May

The month of May is a blessing and a curse.  I’m guessing you have the same love hate relationship with it as me.  On one hand there is so much to celebrate: graduations, birthdays, end of school, beginnings of bright new futures.  But there’s so much to do!  With all the events, tasks and occasions it’s […]

When Fixing it is Not the Answer

How to support the people you love

don't fix it

It’s hard to believe we have lived in New Mexico for almost five years, and that my second child is graduating from High School in four weeks.  When we first moved here it was hard for my kids to adjust.  I remember vividly many days of sorrow, and each of them having their “moments.”  As […]