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Apr
16

Share Each Other's Burdens

My niece and nephews gathered around me with wide eyes, waiting to see what mysterious “treat” I was about to unearth from the depths of my purse. Knowing there would be some waiting around at this family wedding, and knowing how hard waiting is for kids, I came prepared. With color changing putty. 3 sets of hands reached to take possession of the magical substance as soon as it became visible. I quickly informed them that there was enough to break it into 3 pieces and- wait for it- share. Can you hear the collective groan from kids everywhere?

Apr
2

Deep Waters

I stared at the needle on the table, waiting for the doctor to come back in the room. It took a few minutes longer than I expected, so I snapped a quick photo and sent it to my boyfriend, along with an appropriate caption and wide-eyed emoji, “Soo, this is about to happen.”

I got a quick response back, “Be brave! That should help.”

Dec
11

Christmas Grace

I stood in front of my mostly packed bag, frozen and staring at the tickets in my hand. I felt my stomach drop, as disappointment washed over me.

I had just packed the sparkly shoes, sparkly earrings, and sparkly necklace. All to wear to the event the magical pieces of paper in my hand were supposed to grant me access to. And not just me. This special concert was also a Christmas present to my parents. The details had been carefully laid out and planned in advance. The next day, we would each drive a few hours, check into our hotel, don our sparkly attire, and make the most perfect, magical Christmas memory! There was just one problem.

Mar
2

Battling Anxiety

I can feel its invisible presence this week. Like the hot air filling up the inside of a balloon. Only instead of lifting me off the ground in freedom – it feels like I might explode any second.

That metaphor took a weird turn and I suddenly feel like I’m talking about pregnancy. Which is something I have zero experience with. However, there is something I do have a lot of experience with: anxiety.

Feb
16

Pacing, Trusting, & Resting

I haven't been journaling a lot lately. I’ve been feeling a little bit paralyzed I guess. And yet there's a lot going on inside me that feels like it needs to be expressed. Or something.

Aug
8

The Light Will Come

I have a friend who marks the passing of the year by two things. Either "Christmas is coming,” or (when Christmas is over and we are sad,) “the days are getting longer.” It has become an unspoken tradition between us to send each other notes marking the coming and going of these seasons. Reminding each other of the good that has been, and the good that is yet to come.

Apr
17

When the Pain Doesn't Make Sense

"Doesn't it just fill you with hope?" Keri asks me as we walk slowly out the front doors. I can tell we're both a little reluctant to leave.

And no wonder. It's been one of those days, where we get to glimpse behind the curtain. The intangible became tangible. As we listened to their stories, it was clear my heart wasn't the only one melting and leaking out my eyes.

Today is Ash Wednesday. I only know this because I keep stumbling across blogs about it. 

Lent wasn't a part of my faith tradition growing up, but I've learned some interesting things about it in recent years. I'm beginning to appreciate the motivation of those who use the season as an opportunity to prepare their hearts in the weeks leading up to the celebration of Easter.

Nevertheless, I never quite feel prepared for Lent when it shows up...

Feb
21

Fighting Words

Did you know watching the Olympics can be dangerous? I mean really, one minute I'm enjoying a perfectly innocent Bobsled race and the next minute? I'm crying. Not like, "my eyes are watering" kind of crying. More like the ugly cry. 

Wham! Didn't see that coming...

Feb
17

Even the Best

I grabbed a handful of chocolate chips and curled up in my favorite chair with a blanket. The Olympics are good company on a Friday night at the end of a long week, when you feel a bit like a zombie. 

I watched Patrick Chan talk about his tireless work to perfect his performance since the last Olympics, competing against the the hopeful 19 year old from Japan for the Gold. The announcers detailed every victory and defeat of each contender as they performed, reminding the audience of the marks the judges would deduct for each bobble, every misstep, every fall. 

It sounds strangely familiar. It reminds me of the continuous play by play commentary that goes on in my head on the hard days...

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