peel me like an onion
heavy on the layers
I shed the outer skin
as I go to You in prayer
crying as I’m sliced up
a little more, I’m diced up
I’m ready for the next plan
dump me in the pan
straight into the fryer
turn the heat up higher
cook me till I’m done
I’m in refiner’s fire
the hotter I’m becoming
the more clearly I can see
molting all these layers
leads me to transparency
Tears welled in my eyes as I sliced the onion in half. I broke through that top layer of skin, and the tears freely flowed down my face. Onions have a funny way of doing that to me.
I tossed them into the hot frying pan to sauté them. They sizzled as I stirred them back and forth. I was no longer tearing up, but noticed the sweetness of the aroma…
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history- and His story
one piece at a time
I picked up the tattered puzzle box off my bookshelf and carefully dumped out the pieces. Little parts were stuck together, weathered from age. Would all the pieces be here? I thought this phrase in my mind many times as I carefully sorted the edge pieces from the rest of the bunch. I wouldn’t know until I actually made an attempt to finish it.
It’s pretty awesome how I ended up with this puzzle. I have always enjoyed putting puzzles together, and my husband and our girls have started a tradition of doing puzzles when we take vacations to the beach. Well, I had written a blog post about how our family enjoys doing this, and one of my family members happened to read it.
Several months had passed, and I had taken the girls with me to…
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changes of color, new life,
and a new season
For behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. Song of Solomon 2:11-12
tall trees wave goodbye
to cold winter’s dormancy
and welcome the warmth
dance against a perfect sky
on a perfect day
Recently, I walked the Monticello Trail and it was stunning. I was speed-walking, while listening to my headphones and holding my iphone out in front of me to take pictures. I’m sure I looked just a little bit nutty.
I am thankful for the changing seasons, for His beautiful creation, and for the hope He gives us-
that we, too, can be renewed
and have a new life in Him!
There is a…
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the morning after
we continue to proclaim-
“He’s risen, indeed!”
The joy of celebrating His resurrection grows sweeter as the years go by.
The thing is- I don’t want to stop celebrating!
Jesus said to her, “Mary.”
She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, “Rabboni!”.
17 Jesus said, “Do not hold on to me, for I have not yet ascended to the Father. Go instead to my brothers and tell them, ‘I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.’”
18 Mary Magdalene went to the disciples with the news: “I have seen the Lord!” And she told them that he had said these things to her. John 20:16-18
I love reading the story of Mary and Jesus. I can hardly imagine how overjoyed she must have been to realize that He was…
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“So, tell me the one reason we celebrate Easter.” This is the question that I asked my class during the service at church on a recent Sunday morning. As the eager hands began to raise, I couldn’t help but wonder what answers were going to spill out of their mouths.
“To have Easter egg hunts!”
“So we can eat lots of chocolate!”
“The Easter Bunny comes!”
Oh, here we go…
I never told my kids about the Easter Bunny. As a pastor I struggle with how that whole idea plays into the true story of Easter. But, before you start to believe this post is all about passing judgement on how one chooses to celebrate Easter, let me be the first to recognize that-yes, I know we all have different views on this thing that hops around to drop chocolate in little baskets. And, we all…
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What do you see when the pressure mounts to unbearable levels?
Routines. Structure. Plans. We all need them. We all make them. And, well…sometimes we don’t stick to them. Most of us can handle a bit of spontaneity. And, well…others can’t.
Routines. Structure. Plans. We are a family that must make plans. We must have a routine. A finely structured plan to get through the day. Navigate a new situation. Make sense of the world. Our little guy craves it. He needs it. He comes completely unglued without it.
The priceless smile above? Those come in the moments in between the meltdowns. The crawling and kicking on the floor. The tantrums that wreak havoc on a mother’s weary soul. The chaos born of a day with no routine. No structure. Wrecked plans.
And, I’ll be honest. On those days I just want to walk away. When I can’t take another day of the screams and the slaps. The grunts. The deciphering…
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