Stepping into the courage it takes to breathe goodbye

Stepping into the courage it takes to breathe goodbye

The last several days frosted an intricate pattern of heart break over my eyes.  Friday, 15 people from the Humboldt Broncos hockey franchise died in a tragic bus collision just hours from my front door.  More than 100 people killed Saturday in Syria, between air...
Relaxing into the rising work of God…

Relaxing into the rising work of God…

Rising should be the easy part, no?  After the fear, the suffering, the darkness, the hard work, and the waiting, I feel like rising should be effortless.  Despite that, I feel weighted down by resistance to rising.  This should not be a surprise; at this same time...
Birthing barefoot, and finding God at the bottom

Birthing barefoot, and finding God at the bottom

I love giving birth. It’s a strange thing to love, given the pain it brings. I, however, am a recovering perfectionist, a doer of all things, and a prayer easily distracted. Birth takes me over, and I go, willing and resisting, barefoot, into the heart of it....
In pursuit of a bit more peace…

In pursuit of a bit more peace…

Photo Credit: Ken Thorson There was an easy peace and lots of laughter when the clocks rolled into 2018 totally unnoticed.  About three minutes past midnight, my six-year-old, staying up for the first time, asked, “When do we do the countdown, Mom?”  (Thank you,...
Clinging to the promise of joy in the midst of grief

Clinging to the promise of joy in the midst of grief

Last night, I removed my sister’s name from the Christmas address list.  I was clinging to the letters of her name typed into a cell in a spreadsheet.  I pressed the delete key slowly and then moved her children to new lines.  Tears streamed down my cheeks.  She died...