When You’re Tired of Running the Race

Once, my sister and I signed up for a half marathon.  She trained in one city and I said I was training in another. Race day came.  I was petrified and ill-prepared.  I am not a runner girl.  I never even came close to the recommended mileage but I did do my part on carb-loading.  I felt sure my stubbornness and pride would see me finish.  I was…

Compassion Isn’t a Project

Leaving the house by myself, I felt just slightly empty…like wadded up wrapping paper left on the floor. Weeks of busy preparations and a flurry of work to bring Christmas to the homeless culminated on an uneventful, quiet and messy Saturday morning in a downpour. Isn’t life just like that? I drove to the part of town that I never have to drive to.  On the way over…

How to Have a Holly Jolly Norman Rockwell Christmas Gathering

I used to live with a weiner dog in college.  I lived with his owners, too, but Max was the deal.  There was always a question you could ask him that would pin his ears to his head and send him into a shivering fit.  The words would barely be out of our mouths and he would run and hide under the bed just out of range of our straining…

I want to hear from you on…the new year

In a little over a week, Christmas will have come and gone in a flurried hurry.  All the plans, shopping, meditating and celebrating will culminate on that day and we can sit back with a satisfied smile and a deep joy or sigh of relief.   Most likely, it will be a little bit of both. Always, I love Christmas. But always…I love to put it away again, too. There…

No Good Thing

Sometimes I don’t understand this world. A lot, actually. It is hard to make sense of worldwide tragedy, untimely death, justice not being served, a hard-fought opportunity handed to someone else, unfair sickness, the loss of a job for a righteous man, a good woman left behind… The list is depressing and too long to ever fully capture. People who don’t understand the God I love…

December Book Giveaway

When I started reading this book, I closed it after the first chapter and threw it rather forcefully across the room.  I was scared of it.  See, I thought I had written a book that I had forgotten about: Lysa is talking about me from inside my own head. Lysa does that. And she can be quite funny doing it, too. Whether or not you are the stuffer or the…

Have Yourself a Mary Little Christmas

With the holiday bustle in full swing before The Holiday even gets here, we are hoppin’ people.  Right?  Since when did Black Friday start on Thursday while the turkey was still warm and we haven’t even swallowed the last bit of Aunt Betty’s pecan pie? This year. And since this just happens to be the year that I am determined not to cave to stress and concentrate on…

Jinja On My Mind

This summer I entered a drawing for a chance to go to Moldova, Russia to serve with Children’s Hope Chest.  When I enter something, anything, I have automatically won it in my mind. Every. Single. Time. I had already started thinking about who could help handle the kids and wondering where my ski gear was because of that super cute winter hat on account of I live in Texas…

Go. Play.

I just finished an article for a local magazine.  It was a technical piece that requested research on the subject.   So I did the research.  As it turns out, the American Pediatric Academy has turned up some groundbreaking data on all these benefits for kids in the form of: Good old-fashioned playing. I was about to say something drily, like, ‘Well, we really don’t need to be reminded…

Hard Thanks

November.  That month devoted to a strange movement with men and their facial hair (go ahead and Google Movember) and Thanksgiving.  This is a special time of year set aside to be with our friends and families and ponder…gratitude.  I love to read the daily lists on Facebook…good reminders of the great habit of remembering our biggest and smallest blessings…