so, so good.
April 27th, 2012
April 19th, 2012
Try as we may, we don’t get to custom-build our happiest moments. Instead, they sneak up on us. They show up, ready or not, in everyday acts of love and grace—a lazy summer night with all the windows open and the fans blowing, a love note on a post-it stuck to the mirror, an unloaded dishwasher, the smell of home after a long road trip, forgiveness, perseverance, chocolate-chip pancakes, a finished project, a shared history, laughing until you pee in your pants a little, that hug that feels like the safest place in the world.
April 15th, 2012
What grabs me is that hardly anyone ever gives the proper definitions of “fact” and “truth.” When the 5- year- old asks you to tell her about what love is you can crack open an anatomy book and explain about the biochemical hormonal changes that happen in the brain when you fall in love (fact). Or you can sit her down and tell her the “Never-Ending Story” about the prince who does not give up (not factual at all but truthful about love). Scripture is about the truth but it is not necessarily factual whereas evolution is about the facts of creation. Why is the litmus test of faith about factual rather than truthful things? Can the writer of the first chapter of Genesis tell the truth about creation in his joy and exuberance (like writing the hymn “All creatures of our God and King”) without having to pass a fact-check. For me, as an adherent to both evolution and my faith there are no contradictions or pitting one against the other according to this tenet: All fact is truth but not all truth is fact. And that seems to me very Godly because, in the words of my seminary professors, God won’t allow himself to be proven because then He would not be God.
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March 24th, 2012
March 12th, 2012
Paperwork for 4 year olds.
Interesting read on creative play and self-control.
March 11th, 2012
After my mom abandoned me (there is something so uncomfortably permanent about writing that word), I naturally doubted my own maternal instincts. This fear was rooted in a belief that I was a mirror reflection of her. I thought I would fail as a mother, because she failed. I thought my fate was inextricably intertwined with her choices. I thought I would repeat the same cycle of abandonment in my own life. These thoughts imprisoned me.
Freedom came the day I claimed my own individuality. I am not the sum total of my mother’s choices.
Pot Liquor: Day Four: Gratitude
My mom did not abandon me, but yeah.
March 7th, 2012
Watch, share, help. Stop at nothing. #Kony2012
February 27th, 2012
Annie Dillard once wrote, “I don’t know beans about God.”
I don’t know beans about God either. Today, I’m a little embarrassed that I ever had the mistaken audacity to think I grasped the whole of God in some way that gave me definitive answers to impossibly complicated and complex questions.
Today, I hold only a few beans in my hand—and they’re jelly beans; simple, basic truths in primary colors. The good news is that I don’t need a mountain of beans, a wealth of cognitive certainties, in order to know that I can rely on God and trust Him with my life.
And isn’t that the definition of faith?
