“Anyone getting another cup of coffee?”
“Well, I’ve already had two, so I don’t need it.”
“Ok, just make eight cups.”
“But. … Well… I might want another…”
When I was growing up, the energy in our home revolved around our kitchen. It is where meals were prepared, math homework was agonized over, art projects took form, animals were dissected for biology class, and where we slept when we spent a night on the mayflower. Evening dinner conversations were…
My husband and I recently began Dave Ramsey’s course: Financial Peace University. One of the concepts that Dave uses is that of the interplay between the Nerd and the Free Spirit, especially within budgeting. When it comes to budgeting, I am clearly the “Free Spirit.” I want to play, I want…
This is my first funeral sermon, that I preached today at the second funeral I have done as a pastor. The Homily text was Matthew 20:1–16. I was blessed by the family, and by the short time I got to know Fred.
I felt that this went well this morning and even though not everything went the way we might have planned this morning, I know the Holy Spirit was with us this morning. Praise God. Scripture is James 3:1–12.
What can I find? Where am I looking? How shall I go? Who will know me there?
I recently moved. And I recently became the pastor of not one but two churches. I am new to town. And so everyone seems to be a stranger. I don’t know who they are, I don’t know how they live, I don’t…
Four weeks in, and I am still having fun. It hasn’t all been honeymoon, but it has been a good introduction to the family and a learning experience about what I need to learn to let go of. Still need to let go of some stuff, but my comfort zone is not a place, rather the…
I can’t wait until I am living in only one house. Because then I will be able to know what I am going to have for breakfast. I went to buy supplies to make soup for John, because he was sick, and I got him some cereal and milk. And then when I woke up this morning to have breakfast… my fridge has no…
Courage? I don’t have courage. Or do I?
I don’t need courage. I have everything I need. I am completely sufficient all by myself.
What does courage mean, anyway? Not being scared? I am never scared. No never. Of course not.
She is quiet. She doesn’t speak up. She sits and listens to you, and watches you. She waits. She’s been hurt, and doesn’t know how to talk about it.
She’s a knockout, in her own way. Beautiful when she smiles. And when she doesn’t.