We're in the middle of my series addressing the baggage we can carry as we walk along in this journey following Christ. In week one, I introduced the idea of baggage. Last week we talked about the Trinity of Self as our first bag. This week we're addressing doubt. Have you ever watched a child wait in line for a ride at an amusement park? He starts out patient, a sweet smile in anticipation of ... View Post
BAGGAGE CLAIM: What’s Your Trinity Anyway?
It was big. Really big. No, not my appetite for Tostitos cheese dip (which I love) or my obsession with shoes (which is even bigger than my jewelry obsession), no, that’s not what I’m talking about. Those require adjectives of giant proportion. But what I’m talking about here is my nose. My best friend says it was a witch’s nose with a hook. When she says this to me I struggle to remember why ... View Post
BAGGAGE CLAIM: IS YOUR FAITH WALK BOGGED DOWN?
I fly a lot. I’ve slowly graduated from white-knuckle-gripping the armrests and praying in hushed, panicked gasps for Jesus to keep my airplane in the air to feeling like a jet-setter, brisk-walking through the airport with my savvy traveler know-how in my comfy Sketchers and leggings. No matter how many times I fly, though, I can’t stand the wait for my luggage. I stand awkwardly with my arms ... View Post
Erin’s Book Nook: Stay the Path by Bobbie Houston
A week and a half ago I was slogging through the day, overwhelmed by my tendency to take on too much, anxious about my book proposal in circulation, and with a heart too raw for my own liking. (You can read a little more about that in last week’s blog, Are We Still Seeking Popularity.) It may or may not have been a cry for breakfast kind of day. I was washing dishes that afternoon when my hubby ... View Post
Are We Still Seeking Popularity?
I’m nearly forty years old (wow, that hurts to type), and I can still remember those first days of high school and that awkward, slow walk into the cafeteria. Hoping for a smile launched in my direction, an invite to a table where I’d feel welcome. While my fist-day cafeteria jitters proved to be paranoia more than once, I was never unpopular, but also never the girl people sought out in a crowd, ... View Post
When Parenting Faith Gets Messy
Sometime parenting faith can be messy. Last night I consoled my seven-year-old son, Avry, as he cried, his face pink and moist, faith heavy on his heart. He’s at that age when he’s aware of death, and he’s developed a fear of losing his parents. My children have been exposed to a lot of death, as Mike’s family is large and they’ve lost several loved ones in the last two years. I, too, lost my ... View Post