The Name of God is Mercy is a book I’d highly recommend. It’s a collection of interviews with Pope Francis, as he named 2016 “the year of mercy.” I have zero history with the Catholic church, and yet his thoughts on confession stir me to desire accountability, and remind me of my human frailty. Catholicism’s [...]
I wake thirsty
where to find You
I draw down deep
dip my ladle into
Spring up, O Well
within my soul
make me whole
I love how You taste –
I soak in the silence
drink today’s filling
full to overflowing
for there is more than enough
Send me, God.
I release the overflow
poured out, running down
because You are Faithful.
Reading through the gospels recently, I've noticed something seemingly uncharacteristic about Jesus. He never came out and told His disciples, "I love you." It's true, go see! We think of Jesus as the ultimate expression of God's love, but the exacting Old Testament God was much more vocal in His expressions of everlasting love than earth-side Jesus ever was. It was not [...]
Isn’t it the time of year when you get the hamster wheel feeling? Me too. Revisiting this (most viewed) post today to find true north and return to joy. I’d love to hear how you keep your heart alive when the laundry becomes your undoing?
Every day is the same – shop, cook, dishes, laundry. Sweep, wipe, scrub, pick up. All the papers, all the arguments, all the scheduling, all the homework. Do you ever feel like the monotony will swallow you whole? Do you ever feel reduced to servitude – pointless, unseen, neverending? Do you get bombarded with the voices like I do?
Most of my life is spent doing thankless work that will be undone hours – if not minutes – later. Maybe my days are just pointless.
I am stuck. I have no choice.
I am invisible. I am not getting paid for this.
Why must everyone make so many messes?
Why don’t they consider my time and effort?
Sometimes it feels like…
I’m a slave in my own home.
I’ve been working on displacing these hopeless voices with positive ones that treat me much better. In the process I’m finding a…
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On this first day of September, I say we celebrate enduring this past month. I don't know about you, but in all her humidity and heat and storms, August has mirrored (and likely expounded) the heat index on my insides. “Feels like 105,” August said as my six-year-old played her first soccer game. Oh September, [...]