no passport required…
There was a time in life when I thought a good spiritual life and understanding of missions was valued by how many stamps I had in my passport. To say that I built a house in Mexico, or held a baby in Kenya, or fed the homeless of South America seemed like a great way...
child of god…
It was her voice. Breathy and seductive, but trying… trying too hard. The coquettish laugh and flirtatious intonation conjured an image in my head of what the woman standing behind me looked like. Her conversation made me ill and I teetered on the verge of an...school of the hard knocks…
I may not have a degree in Theology nor a Master’s in Divinity, but serving God’s people has taken me through the School of Hard Knocks, struggling to obtain a degree in Ministerial Endurance with a minor in Failure. The blessed-curse of the School of the...
on speaking, teaching, and writing…
It’s probably one of the hardest questions I’m asked. Right up there with quantum physics and magnetic solar properties. My saving grace is that I don’t know the mechanics of quantum physics, the properties of solar magnetics, or how I got started,...
ain’t your momma’s women’s ministry…
Women’s ministry comes a host of stigmas. Tea parties, luncheons, brunches, doilies, dresses, and all things pink. But I believe there’s a new type of girl who is not just looking for a place to sip tea and talk about how cute their children are....
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.]
