a reflection on moving during a pandemicWaitingFor the new thing to start.For friendshipsThat smell like fresh coffee and pastries,For living into a new jobThat feels like steppingFrom a rocking boat onto solid ground—Legs shaking from the memory of rocky waves,But heart calm knowing the ground is once again solid. WaitingFor… Continue reading
A memory from childhood As soon as the bell rang for recess, the line formed. But before that bell, I was watching the clock on the wall of the 4th grade classroom as the seconds ticked towards the top of the hour. That was when the 6th graders would ring… Continue reading
Recently when I went on my run (okay…jog) after work, for some reason the voice coach on my running app wasn’t working. Usually it tells me how I’m doing and how far I’ve come. It will give me an update on my pace and distance, which gives me just enough… Continue reading
I have recently been reviewing old blog posts, and I came across a reflection I wrote following Ash Wednesday when I worked as a preschool teacher at a Lutheran preschool. I did my internship at that preschool, where my focus was intentionally creating and reflecting on the connections between faith… Continue reading
One day I’ll write my whole story. For now, maybe getting some bits and pieces out is an okay place to start. There are stories that shape you that go much deeper than your role in them. For me, the story of the Rendille Bible Translation is one of those stories. … Continue reading
a series of reflections based on this online stations of the cross The hope of resurrection. The expectation that life can happen again. The anticipation that what can be seen now is not what will be seen in the future. The hope of resurrection: the sign of God’s abundant grace… Continue reading
a series of reflections based on this online stations of the cross This station invites us to sit in that uncomfortable space of waiting for the resurrection. Because we know what happens, we often jump from the crucifixion to the resurrection. But there’s a tomb first. There’s a naming that… Continue reading
a series of reflections based on this online stations of the cross I recently watched a TV cop show where a child was struck by a stray bullet, and the child’s mother was devastated as she cradled her child’s body in her arms. The narrator for this station invites us… Continue reading
a series of reflections based on this online stations of the cross Jesus cries out on the cross, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me,” and breathes his last. In this act of surrender and desperation, the curtain is torn. In the very act of Jesus crying out… Continue reading
a series of reflections based on this online stations of the cross It’s getting harder, this journey to the cross. The images of what is happening to Jesus are getting more painful. I’m being asked to follow Jesus into this part of the journey that can only have been unimaginably… Continue reading