the lost…
We’ve all misplaced something at some point or another. Our keys. Our shoes. Our minds. But eventually we find them and sigh a sigh of relief. But there are times when something is lost. No recollection, no path, no hope. In Luke 15 Jesus speaks of a woman who...
to love or not to love…
The opposite of love is not hate. It’s not loving. You only have two choices: to love our neighbor as we love our self, or not. But loving others—especially people we don’t know or like—is uncomfortably hard. And it takes time. And energy. In a...
stepparenting: failed…
Yesterday was quite possibly the worst failure in my career as a life-long stepparent. Oh Internet, I try. I really do, but sometimes my dreams of being an amazing stepparent and standup comedian go up in a ball of flames. The example: Parker, my eight year-old...
some thoughts on faithfulness twenty years later…
Twenty years ago I stood in the cafeteria of Azusa Pacific University and dreamt of a day that I would walk onto a college campus as a student. Twenty years ago I stood behind a cafeteria food counter and served morning breakfast foods to affluent, educated college...
I’m a writer and teacher in love with two men: Jesus and my husband, Matt. [You might not find this funny, but I laugh at myself, so it all balances out.]
