whistling, yelling, and cheering…
He would shout from the stands when no one else would. Screaming and coaching like he was the team manager. Play like the Germans, he would say, Good-en-Tight! His accent was thick and identifiable over any other fathers who politely cheered for their daughters on the...that’s what she said…
It has been said, a wise man can learn more from a foolish question than a fool can learn from a wise answer. Since as far back as I can remember, I was always the child with questions. Why is God invisible? Why is that man sleeping under the freeway? Why do I have to...
evangelism, a taxi ride, and bahtbam…
There’s nothing traditional about it. There was no bible, no worship team, no fog machine or lighting rigs. Just a taxi cab and an unknown man. Traveling for work means early-hour flights and late-night returns with the help of the occasional taxi transport. On...
parties, stories, and blissdom…
Maybe I was an insecure child growing up. Or maybe I was neurotic. Or maybe I was both. But was I the only kid that worried about throwing a birthday party and no one showing up? As a child I would decorate the backyard, mix fruit punch, and stare at my cake wishing,...
why i believe in women’s ministry…
Three years ago I gathered a group of young, influential women around my dining room table and asked what worked and what didn’t work within women’s ministry. The answers varied from outdated to passé. But one voice cut through the others. The girl I...
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.]
