Learning To Lament

“I miss your blog.” The text came through at the right moment, affirming the twitch somewhere inside of me that meant words would be coming, soon. Often, I begin to write in my head – the thoughts and phrases that strain towards birth, the cathartic purging of questions and answers and what is, for me,…

It’s Time To Dance

Another perspective on mental illness treatment, recovery, and support; this is from my third child, the middle kid, the youngest girl. Here’s her take on how she loves her sister: In 2010, Sarah was diagnosed with Bipolar 1 and was hospitalized for the first time. My father snuck me into visiting hours (technically you’re supposed…

“They Think I’m Crazy.”

My eldest daughter is in the hospital. She’ll likely be coming home in a few days, and we’re grateful for the doctors and nurses and other medical professionals who have served her well and cared for her during the past week. Many of us are familiar with the fact that some people prefer privacy during times…

The Mystery Of God

“In any true picture of God there will always be room for mystery.” – Trevor Hudson A well-ordered life, it seems, is one in which there are sure things. We grow up learning that order and structure is preferable to chaos. Figuring things out, getting ourselves together, having an organized life; all contribute to a…

Who Do You Think You Are?

I am a mother. I am a wife. I am a pastor. I am a daughter, a sister. I am a musician. All true. And yet, all defaults. These things are situational, practical, pragmatic. While they reflect the deepest part of how I function in life – what receives my energy and resources – they…

11.30.19 #30Days

I set out to write something – anything – for 30 days in November. I’ve done this before, and while the results aren’t necessarily gripping, the practice of writing has been good for me. Writing in public has some peculiar pitfalls, but the little community that tends to read what I write is generally helpful and friendly….

11.29.19 #30Days

What a blessed, beautiful, post-Thanksgiving day. There were trees in glorious color. I ran and walked, three miles, and all along the way I soaked in brilliant foliage and bright blue sky. I got the down time I needed – no meetings, no appointments, no timeline – to process a buildup of grief and stress…

11.27.19 #30Days

It’s Thanksgiving eve, and it’s quiet in my house. While I’m home, feeling somewhat content, it’s a dramatically different experience this year. For the first time ever, I’ll celebrate this holiday with only one of my five children present. Everybody’s somewhere else this year. But I’m not sad, not really. Syd asked me today, Are you…

11.25.19 #30Days

Even though as I type this, he is shrieking some sort of nonsense at the top of his lungs as he practices music for Sunday, I’m thankful for this guy today. He makes life better.

11.24.19 #30Days

My eldest son celebrated a birthday today, and he came out with his girlfriend and best friend for diner and a brownie. Two of the other kids were able to join us; it was, basically, a perfect Sunday evening. Family, of course, is the highlight. But here are a few minor details that made the…