Or, what the obituary could’ve and should’ve said. There’s this beautiful picture. I found it two weeks ago today. It’s 8×11 and a sepia tone, appropriate for the time in which it was taken. In it there is this beautiful woman. I don’t at all say that partially. She is gorgeous. She’s slender — like something off the cover of a magazine more apt to exploit her beauty today than to stand in awe of...
Read MoreIt’s time. Honestly, it is so far beyond time for the admittance. I have to confess something and since it’s kind of the season for it…….here goes (dramatic pause for effect*): I am human. Now, let’s break down the reality of what that means. First, it means that I, though a clergy-person and called to a pretty steep standard (not by the church or the conference or my superior, but by God), am not God. God is...
Read MoreIt’s the hardest thing to do. If I could go back to Candler School of Theology (my seminary at Emory University in Atlanta where I received my MDIV in 2010) and have them structure a class it would be “When to Cancel Church 101.” I’ve been here 7.5 months and it’s needed to happen on 3 occasions (the first not actually being church but being a Trunk-or-Treat on Halloween when the weather, earlier in the day, seemed...
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You know those FABULOUS blog-posts that begin with a reflection that goes something like this: “I see you over there, mom. I see you with your head in your hands at the lunch table trying to keep your wits about you with your toddler tugging at your sleeve — his hand covered in ketchup — you still in your church clothes. I see you sigh because you are tired. You’re a good mom. You got up and took your child to church....
Read MoreLast week an interesting thing happened — more-correctly, a lesson in self-reflection occurred. Let’s rewind, however. Back in the Spring, I realized that one of my greatest weaknesses is impatience. Whether it’s service at a restaurant or my poor husband, I am as impatient as they come. I’d love to blame it on our culture or my “instant gratification” millennial generation, but I can’t. I’m just...
Read MoreAs we approach Cooper’s 2nd birthday, I might be getting a bit sentimental thinking “way back when……..”When we brought Cooper home from the hospital, we were amazingly at peace. I thought we’d be nervous wrecks. I thought we’d be overwhelmed, and there were moments of that for sure, but we kind of fell into place as parents with a strange sense of peace — well, at first.As the days went by I can...
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