This morning I did something I rarely do. I turned on the radio. (yes, it still exists). I just had this odd feeling like I was supposed ...

There used to be a creek behind the house we live in and Im pretty sure the King of Spain and and multiple native peoples used it on the ...

What do you call yours? Would you be willing to let Jesus use it?

There is a question that has shifted the way I pray. It has changed my perspective on many things, including my own heart, and it has ope...

There’s been a lot of processing lately; pensive reflection on what has been, what is and will be. The echoed question from the time of P...

Can I be in pain, yet laugh? My joy betrays my sorrow. Can I feel like singing, yet weep? My sorrow betrays my joy. And so, To pacify the...

“But he wanted to justify himself, so he asked Jesus, ‘who is my neighbor?'” This is the statement that comes immediately before the stor...

Ten years ago I woke up on the floor shaking from a dream I had. I shake as I write this now. In this dream, the sun turned dark, the gro...

I sat on our living room floor, reading a book to my youngest before her nap time. Nate- our ten-year-old sat near me reading as well. We...

The way we teach our children to engage and interact with others on the playground can have world changing effects. But first, we might n...

I have friends who are Democrats, and friends who are Republicans. I have friends who eat only organic and natural foods and some that co...

Last night I was pushing my grocery cart down the isle and had a peculiar experience. Rather than my normal rush-through-for-survial meth...

You know when you open a present from someone who loves you and you really hope the look on your face doesn’t show, but you have NO idea w...

Sure, we can quote Inigo Montoya. But perhaps we have more in common with Vecini than we would care to think. For those of you unfamiliar...

Two days ago Taylor stepped down from his full time position as community minister at the church we have been at for almost a decade. Sta...

Her nails dug into my forearm. Her bright blue eyes carried a pool of pent up fear on the brink of spilling over. One might think she was...

I killed a cactus. No really. And a succulent, and an aloe plant, and every other possible form of growing Well back in January I got a l...

Today is World Down Syndrome Day. After 18 months of being a parent of a child with special needs, I would not say I’ve become an expert....

The other day Abigael said, “Mama we should just put a sign outside that says, ‘welcome to the neighborhood antique store’.” My precious ...

It seemed like a frozen moment from a stock photo from a church bulletin (yeah that picture is for sure not me). Sunshine on our backs an...