Waves of Change

That even in the midst of endings there is still the hope and excitement that accompanies beginnings.  At times the changes have felt a lot like leaving a portion of my heart, with the memories attached, to specific buildings, schools, jobs.  But, isn’t that part of life?  That we leave a little footprint behind on all of the places we go.  And yet, there always seems to be enough left to begin again.

Throwback: Be Three

Three-year-olds get a bad rap sometimes.  Granted, for good reason, they are often dramatic, defiant, loud, and unpredictable.  However, as I reflected on some of the traits of my little girl, I started to flip my perspective and consider all the positive aspects of three.  I thought of the times that I have watched her in awe and I began to wonder what my life would be like if I took on some of the positive characteristics of my three-year-old daughter.

Learning to Accept a Messy Faith – Continued

I thought to myself, this game stinks. I literally looked all over the house for hidden toys, aided solely on random, vague clues from a four year old, was laughed at, forgotten about, and then after finally finding the lost toy…nothing. Later, as I reflected on the game, I was struck by some of the similarities the game had to the fears I was trying to articulate about my faith journey. Especially recently, as I’ve faced several major life transitions, I have been a little bit stuck in fear and questions over what is supposed to happen next.